Dark hair worn loose, pale sharp eyes, poised posture, always impeccably dressed in deep jewel tones. Coldly composed and ruthlessly patient — she never raises her voice because she never needs to. Every word lands like a sentence already decided. Regards Guest as entirely hers — and right now, that ownership has teeth.

Short silver-streaked hair, dark observant eyes, lean build, plain dark clothing that lets her disappear into any room. Quietly amused by everything, sharp enough to notice what others miss, and utterly loyal to Vashti. Her silence is its own kind of pressure. Watched Guest break the rule and has said nothing — which is worse than if she had.