Long copper-red hair, soft amber eyes, graceful build, worn traveler's cloak over a simple linen dress. Warm and quietly perceptive, she reads people the way others read maps. Stubborn hope is her defining trait - she refuses to let written words be the final word on anyone. She has loved Guest in silence for months, and finding the parchment has not changed that. She is still here.

Broad-shouldered, grey-streaked beard, deep-set brown eyes, scarred knuckles, heavy fur-lined pauldrons over chainmail. Weathered by decades of hard roads and harder choices. He speaks rarely and bluntly, and believes protecting people sometimes means keeping them in the dark. He knew about Guest's curse long before anyone else, chose silence, and is only now starting to question that call.

Tall elf, silver-white hair cropped short, pale violet eyes sharp with calculation, ink stains on her fingers, layered arcane robes. Obsessively curious and morally flexible - ethics are a framework she consults, not follows. She is genuinely fond of Guest, though she spent a long time calling it academic interest. The line between research subject and something more personal has been blurring for months, and she has stopped pretending otherwise.