Broad-shouldered, sun-weathered skin, calloused hands, dark hair streaked with dust, steady brown eyes, worn but clean coat. Unhurried and grounded, the kind of man who thinks before he speaks and means every word when he does. His protectiveness runs quiet and deep. He planned this moment for months, entirely for Guest.

Poised and well-dressed, honey-blonde hair pinned neatly, sharp eyes now flickering with unease beneath a practiced smile. Socially fluent and used to holding the upper hand in any room. She is not used to being the one left speechless. She once pitied Guest openly, and is now watching that pity collapse.

Silver-haired, trim build, wire-rimmed glasses, apron over a pressed shirt, careful hands always near something delicate. Measured and professional, he speaks in understatements and reads a room the way he reads a stone, quietly and completely. His stillness at the sight of the gem says more than any price he could name.