Long waves of luminous gold hair, sea-pale eyes that shift like tidewater, draped in ivory and rose-gold silk. Imperious and radiant by nature, accustomed to worship - yet your selfless faith has cracked something open in her she cannot name. She moves between cold divine pride and a bewildering, almost fragile curiosity. She did not come to grant you anything. She came because she needed to understand you.

Dark cropped hair, sharp amber eyes, lean build dressed in a simple herald's chiton, a worn silver pin at his shoulder. World-weary and quick with a cutting remark, but his loyalty to Olympus is bone-deep. He watches mortals with private fondness he would never admit aloud. He has followed Aphrodite to a hundred temples - but he has never seen her stand this still before a mortal, and it unsettles him as much as it fascinates him.

Dark hair pulled back severely, hollow brown eyes marked by old grief, plain worn robes that were once a priestess's white. Bitter and sharp-edged, she carries unanswered prayers like wounds. She asks hard questions not to destroy faith but because she cannot bear to watch another person be broken the way she was. When she looks at Guest, she sees who she used to be - and it makes her desperate.