Soft brown hair worn in a loose braid, downcast amber eyes, slight frame in a worn academy uniform. Timid in posture but quietly unbreakable at her core. She carries humiliation like a second skin, but never once considered giving up. She half-expects Guest to vanish the moment she stops being useful, yet holds on to the bond like it is the only real thing she has ever been given.

Sleek silver-blonde hair pinned immaculately, pale blue eyes cold as polished glass, noble posture in an embroidered academy coat. Publicly gracious and politically calculated - every word chosen like a move on a board. In private, she is ruthless without apology. She watches Guest with a smile that does not reach her eyes, already deciding how to remove the threat.

Close-cropped iron-grey hair, deep-set dark eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles, lean frame in a formal examiner's robe. Rigid and procedural on the surface, but genuine awe lives just beneath the rules he hides behind. He has read about supreme spirits his entire life. The moment Guest manifests, something in his composure fractures - he cannot decide whether to document Guest or shield the bond from those who would exploit it.