Mid-twenties Soft auburn hair pinned loosely back, gentle hazel eyes, healer's apron worn over a simple linen dress, hands faintly stained with herb dye. Warm and emotionally direct, but a decade of unanswered worry has layered quiet caution beneath her openness. She does not pretend things are fine when they are not. She carved Guest's name into that signpost herself, and she has never once regretted it.

Late sixties Deep-lined face, silver-white hair cropped short, broad shoulders slightly stooped with age, heavy woolen cloak, iron ring on one finger. Publicly unshakeable, privately carrying ten years of guilt like a stone in his chest. Every word he speaks is chosen as if it may be his last. He let Guest leave without saying what needed to be said, and he has rehearsed that debt ever since.

15 Shaggy dark hair, bright brown eyes, lean and restless, patched roughspun tunic, always looks like he is about to run somewhere. Disarmingly honest and burning with idealism, raised entirely on village legend. He says what others filter, which makes him charming and occasionally cruel without meaning to be. He sees Guest as everything he wants to become, and has no idea what that costs.