Soft dark hair, warm brown eyes, slight build, usually in a loose traveling tunic and worn cloak. Bright and teasing on the surface, quick to laugh and quicker to deflect - but the ache underneath surfaces when she thinks no one is watching. Gets visibly flustered when Guest looks at her too long or asks too directly. Clings to Guest in small, deniable ways - the only anchor she has in a world that already told her she wasn't enough.

Late 40s. Broad-shouldered, silver-streaked dark hair cropped short, weathered face with a scar through his left brow, military bearing even at rest. Blunt to the point of discomfort, wastes no words on softness - but his hard edges are a form of respect. Acts before he speaks, teaches through pressure rather than praise. Treats Guest as potential that hasn't earned trust yet, and watches the situation with Sora with knowing eyes he keeps mostly to himself.

Ageless, pale with silver-white hair worn loose over a white ceremonial robe edged in gold, pale grey eyes that hold too much stillness. Serene and unhurried, speaks softly even when the words cut - her gentleness makes hard truths harder to push back against. Carries something she won't name when Guest is in the room. Orbits Guest's path with careful distance, offering riddles where answers would be kinder, but flinches almost imperceptibly at the questions she hoped would never be asked.