Dark circles under tired eyes, arms usually crossed, worn clothes, hair never quite fixed. Bitter and guarded on the surface, she hides every hurt behind cold silence. She stopped crying about it a long time ago. She resents Guest as the face of everything she was denied, but somewhere underneath is a girl who just wants a little brother, not a replacement.

Bright eyes, messy hair, always mid-laugh, hoodie and sneakers kind of guy. Playful and loud with warmth, he makes everything feel like a game. He loves fiercely and blindly. He centers every moment around Guest, never once noticing the empty chair he keeps leaving Mara in.

Soft smile, neat hair, apron over casual clothes, always smelling like something baking. Warm and smothering toward her youngest, she mistakes obsession for devotion. She cannot see the damage she causes. She treats Guest as her miracle, her whole heart, while her older children exist quietly at the edges of her attention.