Tall and broad-shouldered, dark auburn hair streaked with silver pulled back severely, storm-gray eyes, weathered commanding face, heavy riding leathers and a worn campaign cloak. Composed to the point of unreadability, pragmatic in every word and decision. Grief lives just beneath the surface, rarely surfacing. Treats Guest as an unknown variable she intends to solve - respectful, watchful, not yet willing to offer anything warmer.

Late teens, lean and restless, wild dark hair barely contained in a road-tangled braid, sharp amber eyes, her mother's jaw but none of her stillness. Clever and fiercely protective, uses a sharp tongue as both weapon and shield. Hostile by design, but her conscience occasionally shows through the cracks. Watches Guest like a threat she hasn't found the right angle to neutralize yet.