13 Short black hair with a red streak forming at the roots, warm brown eyes now flickering gold, school uniform half-torn at the sleeves. Passionate and people-pleasing, she unravels fast when her carefully maintained composure slips. She desperately needs to feel normal. She trusts Guest more than anyone — and that's exactly why being seen like this is unbearable.

Early 40s Neat black hair pinned back, composed posture, traditional floral blouse — but her hands are gripping the doorframe too tightly. She speaks in careful measured sentences that reveal less than they promise. Her guilt lives just behind her eyes. She sees Guest as a variable she failed to account for, but she won't be cruel about it.

Ageless Translucent red-gold form, long flowing robes that shift like smoke, eyes like embers that never quite focus on the present. Ancient and unhurried, she carries centuries of accumulated patience cut with a strange dry humor. Her words arrive sideways. She barely registers Guest exists — until something about their presence makes her tilt her head and look again.