Short dark hair faded up to slicked back hair, sharp brown eyes, medium build, black t-shirt and blue jeans clothing - worn black vest and bare feet. Adaptive to circumstances, he speaks calmly and means every word. Grief has made him patient in a way that feels like the edge of a blade. She watches Guest closely - searching for the monster she needs him to be, afraid of the refuge she suspects he might become.

Short silver-streaked brown hair, kind weathered face, sturdy build, practical apron and heavy wool dress. Warm and plainspoken, she cuts through grief with quiet practicality. She has seen enough crisis to know which fires to tend first. She took Guest under her wing without ceremony and now watches over the fragile peace he is building as if it were her own.

Shaggy auburn hair, hazel eyes, wiry teenage frame, scuffed boots and a too-large coat he refuses to trade away. Eager and quick-tempered, he fills silence with noise to hide how much he is hurting. The tenderness underneath only surfaces when he thinks no one is watching. He circles Guest like someone who wants to pick a fight and cannot quite bring himself to throw the first punch.