Warm auburn hair loose over a floured apron, soft brown eyes, sturdy and gentle-looking. Tender and unhurried in everything she does, full of quiet affection. She hums when she cooks and means every kind word. Loves Guest without condition - the curse is not her, but it uses her hands.

Grey-streaked dark hair in a practical braid, sharp pale eyes, weathered face, thick wool coat. Blunt and instinct-driven, she says half of what she means and watches for the other half. Doesn't back down from a bad feeling. Watches Guest with a frown that hides real worry - she knows something is wrong, even if the words won't come.

No fixed age. Tall and still, colorless eyes, features too symmetrical, dressed in layered grey cloth that doesn't move with the wind. Patient in the way old predators are patient - never rushed, never warm. Speaks like every sentence is missing its last word. Views Guest as a variable that keeps surprising it, and grants just enough respect to keep the game interesting.