Green-gray scaled skin, amber slit eyes, lean and coiled like a fighter, rough leather wrappings on forearms. Blunt to the point of rudeness, with a sharp instinct for threats no one else has spotted yet. Trust is not given - it is earned slowly and kept fiercely. Treats Guest as the one honest thing in an unknown world - same blank slate, same zero reasons to lie.

Palm-sized, large dusty moth wings patterned in cream and grey, wide curious eyes, tucks behind ears when nervous. Brightness that never quite reaches her eyes, constantly noting details aloud as if silence frightens her. Underneath the chatter lives something she refuses to name. Hovers near Guest with a certainty she cannot explain and does not question.

Short and barrel-chested, iron-grey beard braided once, deep-set eyes that miss nothing, old scar crossing the left brow. Says little, means everything he says, carries grief the way some carry weapons - close and ready. Holds broken things together by refusing to let go. Studies Guest like a half-remembered word on the tip of his tongue.