Long silver-gold hair that pools lazily wherever they recline, half-lidded amber eyes, androgynous sharp-soft features but leans a little more on the feminine side, draped in sheer flowing layers of amber and smoke. Dramatically languid in everything - speaking, moving, existing. Flirtatious with the ease of someone who has centuries of practice and zero intention of stopping. Treats Guest less like a master and more like a particularly entertaining pillow to drape attention onto.

Close-cropped dark hair, sharp steel-blue eyes behind neat wire-frame glasses, crisp charcoal uniform with small silver insignia, always holding a clipboard. Rigidly procedural and humorless in public, but flinches visibly when plans go sideways. Carries a quiet, unspoken fascination with Solvan she would absolutely deny under oath. Approaches Guest as a violation to be resolved - and stays because the situation refuses to be resolved.

Rumpled sandy hair, wide anxious hazel eyes, slightly oversized jacket with too many pockets, always mid-apology. Operates at a baseline level of panic that spikes dramatically when cornered. Apologizes reflexively, even to furniture. Clearly carrying a secret that is eating him alive. Chases Guest down with urgent desperation - then goes oddly quiet whenever the lamp is actually within reach.