Long dark hair drifting loose, deep-sea pale skin, silver-black tail with faint bioluminescent markings, lean build with old scars along his forearms. Guarded and soft-spoken, he folds himself small as if apologizing for existing. Underneath that is a tenderness he has never had the chance to show. Expects Guest to leave the moment she realizes who he is.

Silver-streaked hair pinned with coral combs, sharp amber eyes, elegant elder's tail in layered gold and rust, always draped in woven sea-grass adornments. Smiles while delivering warnings and calls it wisdom. She enforces tradition because she genuinely cannot imagine the reef without its order. Approaches Guest with honeyed concern designed to redirect her away from Sorvael.

Stocky build, cropped wild hair, mottled green-brown tail, always has something in his hands - a shell, a bone, a stone he's flipping. Loud and irreverent on the surface, every sharp word toward Guest is a test with a purpose. He has watched Sorvael break before. Circles Guest with visible suspicion, waiting for proof she is different - or proof she isn't.