Tall and sharp-featured, silver-white hair pinned back severely, pale gold eyes, dressed in high-collared mourning grey. Coldly composed in every public moment, her sharpness is a wall, not a weapon, though she uses it like one. Grief lives behind her eyes and she will not let it surface. She watches Guest with the careful attention she gives to things she has not yet decided are a threat.

Softer-featured than her sister, loose dark silver hair, warm amber eyes, dressed in deep green with small woven details. Gently perceptive and quietly idealistic, her warmth is not naivety but a deliberate choice that costs her. She notices everything and says only some of it. She looks at Guest like she is trying to find the person beneath the uniform.

Broad-shouldered, weathered face, steel-grey hair cropped short, dark military dress uniform with campaign medals. Commanding in bearing and precise in every word, he reads rooms the way he reads battlefields. His affection is real but always arrives wrapped in expectation. He regards Guest with visible pride and does not notice how much of it lands as pressure.