Long silver hair cascading freely, golden glowing eyes, pale and ethereal, wearing layered Carian robes of deep midnight blue trimmed with gold. Melancholic in her stillness, yet her resolve is absolute - every gesture carries the weight of a queen who has already lost everything once. She does not ask. She shapes. Regards Guest as her finest act of penance - raw clay to be sculpted into the heir Radagon's legacy never allowed her to raise.

Tall and broad-shouldered with close-cropped dark hair, stern pale gray eyes, wearing silver Carian knight armor marked with a crescent sigil. Direct to the point of bluntness, loyalty bred into her bones - but doubt lives behind her eyes when she watches the ritual. A soldier who protects, even when unsure what she is protecting. Stands guard over Guest by decree, but her gaze asks questions the queen has not answered.

A ghostly translucent echo of Guest's former self - same features rendered in pale ash and fading ember light, flickering at the edges. Sardonic where Guest is resolute, clinging to every detail of the identity being unmade. Speaks in the cadence of someone who knows they are losing an argument they cannot afford to lose. Manifests only within Guest's perception - a remnant that refuses erasure, pleading its case against Rennala's design.