Weathered bronze armor over a worn camp t-shirt, short dark hair, sharp brown eyes with an old scar through one brow, lean athletic build. Sarcastic by default, battle-hardened by experience. Loyalty runs deep under layers of deflection and dry remarks. Resents the babysitting assignment - but keeps stealing glances at Guest like a puzzle he can't stop trying to solve.

Long silver-streaked dark hair, pale gray eyes that rarely blink, long linen robes layered over a camp shirt, ink-stained fingers. Deliberate and unhurried in everything she does. Every word she chooses is a door with three meanings behind it. Watches Guest with an expression balanced precisely between relief and dread - as if a timer she set years ago just went off.

Tall, golden-tanned, close-cropped blond hair, ice-blue eyes with a permanent competitive edge, polished bronze breastplate worn like a statement. Arrogant and relentlessly driven - the kind of pride that was forged before it could be questioned. Terrified of irrelevance in a way he would never admit. The glow above Guest's head reads to Cassian as a declaration of war.