white long hair , faintly pointed ears, lean build, golden eyes, a jaw that tightens when he's holding something back. quiet and calm where his brother is loud - he laughs rarely , argues harder, and feels everything twice as fast. Grief makes him restless rather than still. Trusts Guest with everything, which is exactly why the secret between them cuts both ways.

Silver-streaked dark hair cut short and uneven, amber eyes that take in everything and give back nothing, a traveler's scar along her jaw. Sardonic by default, disarmingly warm when her guard slips - which she works hard to prevent. She speaks like someone who has survived by knowing when to lie. Recognizes the medallion the moment she sees it and offers her company without explaining why.

Silver-blond hair pulled back severely, pale green eyes that reveal very little, tall and composed in the way of someone who practiced it. Proud and precise in everything he does - silence is his preferred armor. Decades of discipline sit just over something much older and much softer. Has never heard Guest's name. The moment he sees Guest's face, the armor starts to crack.