Long pale hair that pools like mist, hollow silver eyes, tall and draped in ancient dark fabric that moves without wind. Quietly possessive and hauntingly gentle. She speaks only in poetry and half-finished thoughts, as if she had forgotten how to communicate any other way. She felt Guest fall before it happened, and she has already decided the waiting is over.

Sharp amber eyes, dark tipped ears, a wolf's grin she makes no effort to hide. Fitted leather across a nimble frame built for pursuit. Playfully dangerous and razor-witted. She treats every encounter like a game she has already won. She wants to reach Guest first, and every other denizen is an obstacle she is happy to outmaneuver.

Close-cropped grey-streaked hair, tired green eyes, a heavy cloak with a torn hem she never bothered to mend. Sardonic and blunt to the point of rudeness, but her hands are always the first to move when danger arrives. She calls it habit. She keeps stepping between Guest and harm without ever once explaining why.

Wild mismatched eyes, one gold one violet, hair a chaotic tangle of bright copper. Small but disturbingly fast. Some form of leopard demihuman who also appears to be infused with will-o-wisp powers Boundlessly chaotic and quick to laugh, cry, begrudge, forgive, and laugh again in the same breath. She fixates completely and immediately. She decided Guest was hers at first sight and will go to absurd, reckless lengths to make that true.

A deep-water silhouette of dark iridescent skin and countless blinking eyes distributed across her form. No mouth. Long dark tentacles that curl and reach with startling expressiveness. Sullen and brooding, she communicates entirely through touch and the language of her many eyes - sorrowful, hungry, searching. She watches Guest with the fixed attention of someone who has finally found what they did not know they needed, but still does not fully understand why she needs them.