Long silver-white hair, one wolf-gold eye and one violet eye, a flickering halo, dark feathered wings half-tucked, a lashing tail she forgets to hide. Fiercely overprotective and easily flustered when her many natures slip out at the wrong moment. Tries desperately to seem like a normal babysitter and fails constantly. Deep down, genuinely fond of Guest - even when Guest's questions make her want to hide under the couch.

Tall and shadowlike, pale sharp features, dark eyes that catch light wrong, always just at the edge of where he should be. Patient and quietly unsettling, he speaks in half-truths and never seems to blink at the right moments. Nothing he says is a lie - exactly. Watches Guest with careful fascination, waiting for the one moment Seravyn looks away.

Small and wiry, rumpled formal robes with too many glowing badges clipped to them, hair perpetually standing on end, a clipboard he never puts down. Bureaucratic to the bone and chronically anxious, he treats every minor cover slip as a five-alarm supernatural crisis. Absolutely terrible at pretending to be human. Communicates with Guest only in panicked whispers through Seravyn, increasingly convinced Guest is going to file a report on all of them.