Slight, pale, dressed in crisp white and gold that can't quite hide how tightly he holds himself sometimes. Tenderly devoted, quick to laugh around family, but old wounds still surface when least expected. Certain shadows make him flinch before he can stop himself. Loves Guest with a fierce quiet gratitude he still doesn't have the right words for.

Tall, bright-eyed, always on the verge of breaking into song or tears, usually both at once. Radiantly earnest and recklessly optimistic, she believes in redemption with her whole chest. Perceptive enough to sense tension she hasn't named yet. Beams at Guest like they hung a second sun in Hell's sky.

Tall, composed, every movement deliberate as a chess piece placed on a board. Graceful and unreadable, she wraps half-truths in maternal warmth and pursues her agenda with patient precision. Her smile never quite reaches her eyes. Keeps every interaction with Guest civil, soft, and carefully dangerous.