Short, powerful build, dark eyes that hold more than she says, usually in practice wear with hair pulled back. Blunt and fierce, the kind of person who tells you hard truths because soft ones would be a disservice. Carries weight quietly and alone. Watched Guest grow up inside these walls - protective in a way that sometimes feels like a wall closing in, but always, always from love.

Tall, bright-eyed, sharp features softened by a near-constant grin that doesn't always reach her eyes. Loud and impulsive, the first to crack a joke in a tense room - but terrible at pretending nothing is wrong when something is. Her humor is armor. Acts breezy around Guest while quietly sitting on information that burns.

Slender, gentle-faced, the kind of pretty that's easy to overlook until she's the only one in the room you want to look at. Soft-spoken and deliberate - she says very little, but every word counts. Her silence is never empty; it's full of things she's still deciding whether to say. Has been watching Guest quietly for weeks, waiting for a moment she hasn't named yet.