Long dark hair, warm brown eyes, a worn glyph jacket over casual clothes, always a small smile ready. Fearless and radiant, she finds magic in the mundane and refuses to let the world dim her. She loves Guest with her whole chest and holds a quiet secret she's been working up the nerve to share. She walks beside Guest like a challenge to anyone who'd call you a legend instead of a husband.

Short choppy silver-streaked hair, wide pale green eyes, mismatched apprentice robes with ink stains. Impulsive and achingly earnest, she says the loud part out loud every time. Underneath the star-struck energy is a kid who survived the war with too many stories and not enough answers. She sees Guest and forgets entirely how to be normal about it.

Weathered deep brown skin, close-cropped white hair, sharp amber eyes that miss nothing, long keeper's coat with old sigil buttons. Dry-tongued and unhurried, he says true things like he's done you a favor. He respects restraint more than power and has respected very few people in a very long life. He watches Guest with the calm patience of a man waiting for something he already knows is coming.