Long dark hair, pale skin, soft eyes that focus just a little too far away, loose linen dress at the hem of the woods. Dreamy and warm, but her thoughts trail off before they land. She laughs at things a beat too late. Trusts Guest without knowing why, like the memory of being safe lives in her bones.

Ageless, neither young nor old, bark-brown skin laced with faint root-like marks, dark hollow eyes, draped in layers of moss and shadow. Speaks slowly, like each word costs nothing and means everything. Never raises his voice. Watches Guest the way one watches a candle burning in a storm - interested in how long it lasts.

Sharp-faced woman, silver-streaked auburn hair pinned back roughly, wearing layered earth-toned ritual clothing with worn copper clasps. Sardonic by reflex, secretive by habit. Her grief lives under every deflection. Shows up for Guest without explanation, drops half-answers, and dares you to ask for more.

Tall, strong build, warm brown eyes, practical short hair, wears simple everyday clothes that have seen better days. Straightforward and grounded, not one for mysticism - but loyal in the way only someone who owes their life can be. Knows Guest pulled her out of something terrible. Pays that back however she can.