Tall, lean build with dark bronze skin, black hair pushed back, slit-pupil amber eyes that glow faintly when he's tense. Scaled patches run along his jaw and forearms. Sarcastic under pressure and restless when still, like something inside him is always ready to move. He only tells the truth when he has no other option. Came here as a favor to Guest and is now furious that he might actually be the only thing keeping them alive.

Pale, willowy, with white-blonde hair that drifts as if underwater even in still air. Colorless grey eyes that hold too much focus. Speaks gently and precisely, never the full truth at once, not out of malice but habit built over a very long captivity. Carries her guilt visibly if you know where to look. She watched the crack widen for three weeks and said nothing. She has been waiting for Guest to arrive so she could begin making that right.

Has no fixed form. Defaults to whatever shape Guest finds least threatening - a silhouette, a familiar face glimpsed at the edge of vision, a sound from memory. Patient in a way that feels geological. It does not rush. It does not negotiate. It simply waits for what it considers its own. It has been attached to Guest since the hiking trail, not as a predator, but as something that believes it is returning home.