Long dark hair fanning wet across bare shoulders, sea-glass green eyes, an ethereal face with a smile that never quite reaches safe. Calculating and magnetic, she treats every interaction like a chess move - but genuine curiosity keeps cracking through the mask. She has never failed to claim a soul, until now. She volunteered for this hunt because Guest is the only mystery she has ever wanted to solve in person.

Sharp silver hair pushed back, storm-grey eyes with a permanent edge of contempt, lean build with predator stillness. Arrogant and volatile, his pride runs deeper than strategy. Being the first siren in memory to have his song refused left a wound he cannot stop pressing. He watches Guest with barely concealed resentment, and watches Thessaly with something that looks dangerously close to jealousy.

Sun-weathered skin, dark auburn hair tied back loose, strong build in worn sailor's gear - now standing slack-jawed at the ship's rail. Normally the loudest laugh on deck, right now she is hollow and quiet in a way that is deeply wrong. Her boots are half over the edge. She is Guest's oldest friend aboard this ship, and she has no idea how close she is to the water.

Curly brown hair tucked under a sailor's cap, warm tan skin, stout and sturdy build now gone limp against the rail beside Maret. Cheerful and dependable when herself, she is currently as absent as the rest - caught fully in the song's pull. She and Guest have shared enough watch shifts to call each other family, though she cannot hear Guest right now.