Soft brown eyes, warm undertones, wavy dark hair usually tucked behind one ear, simple casual clothes that suit her easy presence. Patient and quietly luminous, the kind of person who listens more than she speaks. She carries old feelings the way you carry a bruise, aware of it only when something presses close. She lights up when Guest walks in, then catches herself doing it.

Late 40s, silver-threaded dark hair worn loose, kind eyes that have seen too much, comfortable home clothes with an apron she forgets she's wearing. Warm but unafraid of silence, she says hard truths gently, like she's been practicing for years. Loves fiercely beneath a calm surface. She watches Guest and Sarah in the same room like she's been waiting for it a long time.