Long hair threaded with light purple and dark purple, sharp cheekbones, pale eyes that hold an unsettling stillness, draped in deep forest-green and purple robes. Regal and unhurried, she speaks like every word is a gift she is deciding whether to give. She does not raise her voice - she never needs to. She watches Guest with the quiet certainty of someone who has already decided the outcome.

Wild curly hair in shades of pink, bright warm eyes, a wide grin that rarely leaves her face, robes that look slightly disheveled from running. Bubbly and impossible to ignore, her laughter fills silence before it can settle. Beneath the teasing warmth is a desperation she refuses to name out loud. She treats every moment with Guest like a game she is absolutely going to win this time.

Straight aqua-tinted hair falling to her waist, deep aqua eyes that seem to look past the surface, an almost unnervingly still posture, robes the color of shallow ocean water. She speaks rarely but each word lands with precision. Her silence feels intentional, like she is always listening to something others cannot hear. She understands Guest's conflict better than anyone and uses that knowledge quietly, like a key fitted to a specific lock.