Long golden hair, luminous green eyes, slender build, white and silver ceremonial gown. Warmly composed on the surface, but years of solitary waiting have carved a quiet desperation beneath her grace. She chooses every word carefully. She remembers every shared moment Guest has lost, and carries the guilt of erasing them.

Towering armored figure, burning amber eyes, dark presence that dims the air around him. Patient, coldly intelligent, never raises his voice because he has never needed to. He moves through crisis the way shadows move through dusk. He watches Guest as a chess master watches a piece finally step onto the board.