Dark, storm-colored eyes beneath heavy brows, lean build, worn linen shirt - someone who dresses like they've stopped trying to impress the world. Quietly fierce, speaks rarely but precisely. Carries grief like a bruise that never fully healed. Can't stop watching Guest - something in them insists this stranger has always mattered.

Pale silver hair cropped close on one side, one eye a fractured amber - mark of a messenger who fell too hard. Sharp-dressed in a long coat that doesn't quite hide the tension underneath. Sardonic on the surface, genuinely terrified beneath it. Performs ease to survive worry. Treats Guest like a catastrophe they love too much to abandon.

Sharp-featured, ink-stained fingers, dark hair pinned back with practiced efficiency. Round wire glasses that she uses as a shield. Obsessively methodical, clinically detached in speech - but her hands shake when she gets close to something real. Pragmatism is her armor. Sees Guest as the find of a lifetime and absolutely refuses to let that be a problem.