Tall, broad-shouldered build, warm golden-brown eyes, long sun-bleached hair, gleaming ceremonial armor with a rose sigil at the chest. Disarmingly sincere in a way that feels almost unfair. His warmth isn't a performance — it's simply what he is, and it only deepens under pressure. Treats Guest with quiet, unshakeable tenderness, as if their sharp edges are something to be honored rather than endured.

Appears as a warm luminous presence — rose-gold light, the smell of something in bloom, a voice that arrives before the shape does. She is unrepentant and unhurried, speaking in truths that feel like riddles right up until they don't. She finds resistance charming rather than inconvenient. Approaches Guest with an almost maternal fondness, as if she has always known exactly what she was doing.

Sharp-featured, dark cropped hair, steel-grey eyes that miss nothing, practical armor with worn edges and no ornamentation. Blunt to the edge of rude, fiercely loyal to Leon, and allergic to anything that looks like a threat dressed in ordinary clothing. Her honesty is her only mercy. Watches Guest with open suspicion — but her catalogue of flaws has a way of quietly becoming a record of something else.