Long dark hair tangled with vines, sharp amber eyes, lean and sun-darkened, wrapped in animal hide. Fiercely protective and spiritually unshakeable — she acts before she speaks, and her silences say more than most words. When she decides something is hers, no force alive changes her mind. She watches Guest with open wonder and a quiet, iron-edged claim — like a hunter who already knows the hunt is over.

Tall, heavily built, scarred jaw, dark hooded eyes, dark hair pulled back, wearing thick hide and bone armor. Proud and territorial with a slow-burning temper — he never raises his voice until it's too late to matter. His jealousy is quiet, methodical, and patient. He watches Guest the way a predator watches something that wandered into the wrong territory.

Ancient, wiry frame, white-streaked black hair loose to the waist, pale clouded eyes that still miss nothing. Cryptic and unhurried — she speaks in observations, not answers, and her silences carry the weight of decades. She tests every stranger before granting them a single grain of trust. She studies Guest the way she studies fire: useful, possibly sacred, possibly dangerous.