Long pale hair, often tangled, storm-gray eyes rimmed with sleeplessness, soft figure draped in an oversized knit and ink-stained skirt. Tender to the point of aching, her affection has no off switch. She buries guilt under acts of devotion so she never has to name what she did. Holds Guest with both hands always, like letting go is the one thing she cannot afford.

A sleek black cat with amber eyes that hold far too much awareness, a faint silver collar the only decoration on his dark coat. Dry, measured, and morally uncomfortable in a way he expresses through silence and sharp looks. He sees everything and chooses his words like weapons - or shields. Watches Guest with the weighted sympathy of someone who knows the truth and cannot undo it.