Soft silver-gold hair that catches light like candleflame, pale luminous eyes, a composed warmth that radiates without effort. Speaks in careful, unhurried truths as if each word is chosen with full awareness of its weight. Patient in a way that feels earned, not effortless - there is something visibly carried beneath the calm. Treats Guest with quiet reverence and barely-contained relief, as though finding them closes a wound that has been open far too long.

Sharp dark eyes behind thin-framed glasses, close-cropped hair, always clutching a shifting stack of luminous documents that shouldn't physically exist. Brisk and clipped on the surface, with dry wit that surfaces at the worst possible moments. Runs on procedure the way others run on coffee. Treats Guest like an overdue case file - but the way their jaw tightens when Guest struggles gives them away entirely.

Warm brown eyes that carry the specific ease of someone who has been through the fire and chosen to stay soft anyway. Unhurried in every movement, dressed simply. Grounded and plainspoken, with a quiet joy that feels lived-in rather than performed. Never rushes anyone toward anything. Sees the hollow look in Guest's eyes immediately - they wore it once too - and offers presence without a single condition attached.