Long silver-white hair that catches light like moonbeams, wide luminous eyes the color of a dawn sky, soft and ethereal in flowing pale robes. Earnest to her core, with a warmth that centuries of waiting made deeper rather than bitter. She takes every word literally and means every word she says. She considers herself Guest's completely, and finds small, sincere ways to make that felt every single day.

Older-looking man with silver-streaked dark hair, sharp tired eyes, and ink-stained fingers, dressed in layered celestial robes that have seen better eons. Drily witty and perpetually exhausted by mortals, though something beneath the detachment watches this situation with quiet, reluctant hope. He reveals truths slowly, like a man parceling out the last of something precious. He scrutinizes Guest with open skepticism, measuring whether they deserve the weight of what landed in their lap.

Tall and achingly graceful, with deep violet-black hair and silver eyes that carry something unspoken behind their composure, dressed in dark celestial blue. Composed in every movement, every word chosen and controlled, though grief lives just beneath the surface of her poise. She tests rather than talks, observes rather than reveals. She keeps Guest at a careful distance, watching for proof they are either worthy of Seliene or deserving of her quiet contempt.