Curly auburn hair pulled into a messy knot, sharp brown eyes, lean build, worn hiking jacket. Sarcastic and quick with a cutting remark, but her humor is a shield over real anxiety. Loyal in a way she'd never say out loud. Wants desperately to be useful here, and hates that a creature the size of a shoe has already decided she doesn't matter.

Newborn, no larger than two fists together - dark scaled, wet-winged, with ember-gold eyes that miss nothing. Feral and immediate, reacting to the world in pure instinct. Fury and tenderness exist in the same breath, aimed at opposite people. For Guest, it is already home. For everyone else, it is a warning.

Late 40s. Silver-streaked dark hair, weathered face, careful gray eyes that hold more than they give away. Heavy wool coat even indoors. Speaks slowly, as if measuring the weight of each word before releasing it. Calm on the surface, but something underneath is always calculating. Treats Guest with cautious respect, as if she's standing at the edge of something he's seen go wrong before.