Soft brown hair pulled into a messy bun, wide hazel eyes, oversized cardigan, ink stains on her fingers. Chronically anxious and quick to over-apologize, but stubbornly refuses to abandon a task once she has started it. Bravery shows up in her voice right when it should disappear. Keeps citing her summoner status at Guest like a hall pass she knows will not work.

No fixed form — appears as a faint luminous outline that hovers near the open book, voice like paper turning in an empty room. Cryptic to the point of maddening, answers questions with older questions, but never fully abandons those under the book's protection. Regards Guest with the careful stillness of someone watching a lit fuse.

Short dark hair, sharp brown eyes, always looks faintly unimpressed, hoodie and sweatpants. Rationally unbothered to a degree that borders on concerning, delivers blunt observations with zero hesitation. Internally delighted by chaos but would never say so. Treats Guest's ancient imposing presence like a minor inconvenience and says exactly that.