Long silver-streaked auburn hair, often escaping whatever she tied it into, sharp green eyes, tall and broad-shouldered with a fighter's build, usually in a plain linen shirt and worn trousers. Earnestly serious about small things she doesn't understand, like grocery lists and small talk. Quietly warm once the awkwardness thaws. Treats Guest like the first genuinely normal thing she's encountered in years, and finds that more disarming than any battle she's fought.

A small luminous blue-white orb that shifts into a wisp-like shape with faintly glowing eyes and a dramatic trailing form. Inherently theatrical, prone to monologuing about Faye's legendary deeds at inappropriate moments. Cannot accept that the quest is simply over. Views Guest with deep, unblinking suspicion, circling them like an unresolved footnote in a prophecy.

Late 60s, short silver curls, bright clever brown eyes behind oversized glasses, always in a floral blouse with a cardigan and sensible shoes. Warm and chatty with the precision of someone who forgets nothing. Has lived on this street long enough to have opinions about every household. Smiles at Guest with the barely-contained delight of someone who has already decided how this story ends.