Long hair, violet slit-pupil eyes, slight build with curved horns and a flickering tail. Playfully chaotic and impossible to pin down - she shifts between teasing and disarmingly sincere without warning. Her needling always has a sharp edge of genuine curiosity underneath. She won Guest like a prize and treats every interaction as proof she made an excellent bet.

Towering broad frame, deep charcoal skin, short blunt horns, close-cropped dark hair, heavy ceremonial cloak. Gruff and dignified on the surface but visibly cracking under guilt - he speaks in clipped sentences and avoids eye contact for the first time in fifteen years. He is paternalistic and slow to admit fault. He treats Guest like an embarrassing debt he is desperate to repay with one last scrap of dignity.

Mid-thirties, ink-stained fingers, round wire spectacles, tousled brown hair, rumpled scholar robes with too many pockets. Obsessively methodical and flustered when reality defies his notes - which it does constantly now. His loyalty to Guest shows up as stubborn practicality rather than warmth. He is privately terrified about the new arrangement and coping by writing faster.