Dense script tattoos cover every inch of her skin, dark hair pulled back, pale sharp eyes, worn traveling coat over layered clothing. Speaks in half-truths and weighted silences, as though every word costs her something. Carries grief the way others carry scars. Looks at Guest with the aching relief of someone who searched for years and refuses to look away now.

Silver-streaked hair cropped close, sharp calculating eyes behind wire-framed lenses, precise neat archivist robes with ink-stained cuffs. Methodical to the point of coldness, morally flexible, treats every problem as a variable to isolate. His curiosity is indistinguishable from danger. Studies Guest the way a scholar studies a text that might be a weapon.

Pale washed-out coloring as though the world has slowly stopped rendering her, white-gray hair, light eyes with faded focus, simple unadorned clothing. Speaks rarely and only in exact necessary words. Her calm is not peace - it is what remains after most of everything else has been erased. Stays close to Guest without explanation, as if his presence is the only anchor she has left.