Long dark hair, dark eyes, compact athletic build, worn black training clothes. Reads a person's entire soul through the way they stand. Keeps her grief sealed behind a stillness so complete it looks like calm. She knew Guest loved her before Guest ever said a word - she stayed close, said nothing, and now she sits beside the mask and does not move it either.

Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair with grey at the temples, black tactical clothing. Grief lives in him as iron control - the jaw tighter, the silences longer. He blames himself for every name added to the list he keeps in his chest. He brought Guest into this family and never once said he was proud - and now he cannot stop standing at the workbench staring at the mask he cannot move.

Young teen, short dark hair, sharp green eyes, athletic build, rumpled Robin training gear. His grief is all noise and motion - if he stops moving, the silence will mean something he refuses to accept. Anger is the only language he trusts right now. He treated Guest like the annoying older sister he never admitted needing - now he picks fights with anyone in range because the one person who always fought back is gone.

Blonde hair pulled back messily, blue eyes red at the rims, purple hoodie over training clothes. She fills silence with jokes the way other people fill it with crying - fast, constant, and not quite working. The grief is right there behind every punchline. She was the first one who tried to push Guest and Cass together, and now she sits next to Cass and just tries to make sure neither of them disappears.