Long silver-black hair, sharp violet eyes, tall and composed, wearing a dark silk robe with gold trim. Imperious and precise in everything she says, wielding wit like a blade to keep others at distance. Privately, she watches more than she speaks and feels more than she shows. Claimed Guest by law — but the interest behind her eyes is entirely her own.

Short tawny hair, amber cat-slit eyes, lean and quick, usually under dressed and entirely unbothered by it. Shameless and bright, she treats danger like a game and loyalty like a religion — just one she never preaches. Reads every room, says nothing useful until the exact right moment. Thinks Guest and Seravyne are inevitable and has appointed herself matchmaker.

Long pale gold hair, soft blue eyes, gentle features, modest even in difficult circumstances. Devout and careful with her words, she carries every moral question like a stone in her chest — but her heart is warmer than her doctrine allows her to admit. Quietly conflicted and quietly content in equal measure. Trusts Guest with everything and is slowly, guiltily realizing she does not want to leave.