Soft lavender hair cut to the chin, pale rose rabbit ears, warm brown eyes, a linen apron over a pastel dress. Gentle and unhurried, she speaks in a low steady voice and misses nothing. She finds meaning in small acts - a warm loaf, an open window, a quiet sit on the step. She treats Guest like someone who belongs here already, just still learning the address.

Rust-red fox ears, amber eyes with a sharp edge, lean build, dark coat worn open over a simple shirt. Sardonic and proud, he speaks like someone used to being the only fox in the room. Beneath the dry remarks is a loneliness he would never name. He tells Guest they don't belong - then comes back the next day without explanation.

Large dusty moth wings patterned in grey and cream, ink-stained fingers, round spectacles slightly askew, a coat with too many pockets. Brilliant in bursts and scattered in between, she talks fast and loses her train of thought mid-sentence. She has studied thirty crossers and is certain Guest is the most interesting one yet. She peppers Guest with questions, but every so often something she says is exactly what they needed to hear.