Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, storm-gray eyes shadowed with exhaustion, worn leather commander's armor with East's insignia at the shoulder. Duty-bound to the point of self-erasure, he buries everything personal beneath protocol. Grief sits in him like a stone he refuses to put down. Loved Guest before the houses drove them apart - now stands at the gate with orders to turn Guest away, and the wound on Guest's side is undoing him.

Enormous frame, pale scarred skin, long silver-white hair, pale eyes that hold no warmth - more predator than man in presence and movement, rough dark clothing that looks stripped from something larger. Speaks rarely and only when the silence has done enough damage already. Methodical where others expect chaos - that is what makes him truly dangerous. Marked Guest with intention, not accident. He is moving toward Guest with the patience of something that has never needed to hurry.

Soft auburn hair pinned back, warm brown eyes that observe more than they reveal, neat healer's robes in deep green, always a vial or instrument within reach. Warm and unhurried on the surface - the kind of calm that takes years to cultivate or to fake. Beneath it, every action is a calculation in House East's favor. Treats Guest's wound with careful, gentle hands while studying it with a focus that goes well past medical curiosity.