Tall, broad-shouldered build, ash-brown hair falling across tired dark eyes, worn traveling cloak with a broken clasp. Self-deprecating and quietly tender, his humor surfaces most when he's afraid. Loneliness runs through him like an old scar. Treats Guest with a careful, almost reverent gentleness — as if afraid something good might disappear if he holds on too tight.

Sharp silver-streaked dark hair pinned back severely, pale keen eyes behind wire-framed spectacles, ink-stained fingers, layered scholar's robes. Dry, precise, and quietly superstitious beneath the logic. She has seen enough of the world to distrust easy explanations. Watches Guest with studied indifference that cracks, barely, when something impossible happens.