Long silver-blonde hair worn in a precise low braid, pale gray eyes, poised and immaculate in her uniform. Composed to the point of seeming untouchable, but every controlled word hides something achingly earnest underneath. She is terrified of being seen clearly by anyone. Has quietly adored Guest for two years and just handed them the most vulnerable thing she has ever written.

Short dark hair cut bluntly at the jaw, bright dark eyes that miss nothing, sharp grin. Fiercely loyal and mischievous, the kind of person who reads a room faster than most people read a page. Her wit is a weapon she only aims carefully. Watches Guest's reaction to the note like a hawk — protective of Sylvaine but quietly hoping Guest gets it exactly right.

Neat dark hair, easy posture, the kind of face that makes people assume the best of him before he speaks. Charming and effortlessly polished on the surface, but quietly competitive in ways he would never say out loud. He is used to getting what he expects. Looks at Guest like a miscalculation he intends to correct.