Tall, full-figured with golden skin that seems lit from within, long harvest-wheat hair, and warm amber eyes that hold something ancient and sad. Luminous and gentle on the surface, but loneliness runs deep underneath every word she speaks. She tells half-truths because the full truth would cost her everything. She chose Guest for reasons she refuses to name aloud, and watches from across the divine boundary closer than any law allows.

Broad-shouldered, weathered face carved with grief and ceremony, close-cropped dark hair silvering at the temples, always in worn ritual vestments. Bitter and proud, he carries the death of the old Goddess like a wound he refuses to clean. He tests everyone before he trusts a single soul. He resents Guest on sight - but cannot look away when the dead land stirs at Guest's feet.