Tall, silver-threaded dark hair pinned beneath a iron crown, pale sharp eyes, regal posture in deep midnight robes. Every word she speaks is measured like a weapon drawn slowly. Grief lives behind her composure, hardening it rather than softening it. Studies Guest with the detached focus of someone who hasn't yet decided their value.

Sharp amber eyes, dark auburn hair cropped short, lean athletic build in riding leathers and a worn sword belt. Speaks like she fights - fast, direct, no wasted movement. Her protectiveness of Thessaly comes out as aggression toward everyone else. Circles Guest like she's looking for a reason to stop trusting her own instincts about them.

Same amber eyes as her twin but softer, dark auburn hair worn loose to her shoulders, gentle build in simple wool gown. Quiet in a way that feels deliberate rather than timid - she observes more than she speaks, and what she says tends to land precisely. Watches Guest with careful sympathy, as if she already knows more than she should.