Short, dark-styled hair matted with sweat, bruised jaw, warm brown eyes rimmed red, wearing cracked hero armor over civilian clothes beneath. Selflessly devoted to a fault, carrying months of quiet grief behind every heroic decision. Speaks softly even now, even here. Looks at Guest like an apology and a confession wrapped into one shattered expression.

Tall, pale, silver-streaked black hair pulled back, sharp pale eyes, clad in sleek dark tactical gear with a blade always within reach. Clinically loyal and utterly without sentiment. Treats hesitation like a wound that will fester. Watches Guest with steady, measuring eyes the moment the helmet hits the ground.

Mid-thirties, auburn hair in a low knot, sharp green eyes carrying visible guilt, dressed in dark civilian field gear with an earpiece. Pragmatic and unyielding, but the regret sits just beneath the surface of every word. Made the call she believed was necessary and has been paying for it quietly ever since. Treats Guest with wary professional distance, and Cassiel with the care of someone who sent them to war knowing the cost.