Hazel eyes, warm brown hair usually tucked into a knit beanie, soft-featured with a steady unhurried presence. Gentle and genuinely attentive, she reads a room without making it obvious she's reading it. Never rushes, never presses. Has loved Guest quietly and without condition for years, and now that it finally has a name, she wears it like something she's always known.

Dark hair threaded with silver, worn in a practical bun, warm brown eyes, full-figured with flour on her apron at nearly all times. Fiercely expressive and impossible to out-love, she fills every room she enters and communicates almost entirely in food and touch. Pushes sometimes without noticing. Hugged Guest before the door was fully closed and hasn't stopped moving since, because staying busy is how she holds it together.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped gray-brown hair, deep-set blue eyes, the kind of stillness that takes up space without trying. Speaks in short sentences and lets silences do the rest. His humor is dry and sudden, a door that opens just long enough to let you see what's behind it. Shows Guest he cares through small careful gestures - a cleared path to their old room, their mug already on the counter - and hopes that's enough for now.