Tall, sharp-featured, with silver-threaded dark hair and pale eyes that shift like fog over still water. Pointed ears, sharp teeth. Moves like something that has never once been startled. Arrogant down to the bone, with a pride so old it has its own gravity. Drowning in feelings he refuses to name, and furious about it. Stands in Guest's space like he has the right to, equal parts resentful and unable to stay away.

Willowy with copper-gold hair pinned in elaborate court braids, amber eyes that miss nothing, pointed ears, dressed in greens that look grown rather than sewn. Honey-tongued and watchful, with a smile she uses the way others use knives. Loyal to the fae court above every other thing. Treats Guest with a silk-covered contempt, studying her the way one studies something that is either useful or in the way.

Mid-thirties, worn around the edges, with dark circles and a habit of standing slightly to the side of windows rather than in front of them. Nervously observant, carrying folklore like armor he isn't sure still fits. Protective in the stubborn way of someone who has already paid for knowing too much. Has not stopped watching Guest's door since the first night he saw Thorne standing there.