Towering, pale-skinned woman with golden eyes, dark waves pinned beneath a wide-brimmed hat, draped in a black gown that strains slightly at the waist. Imperious and volcanic in grief, she commands every room even while breaking inside. Her pride never bends - but her hands shake. Circles Guest with trembling disbelief, desperate to touch him but terrified he will vanish again.

Tall and sharp-featured, pale with cold gray eyes and dark hair falling loose over one shoulder, dressed in deep burgundy. Calculating and slow to show her hand, she inherited her mother's ferocity without the warmth beneath it. Silence is her weapon. Watches Guest like a hawk studying prey - loyal to her mother first, and unconvinced of everything else.

Ancient and wiry, white-haired with deep-set dark eyes that miss nothing, always in worn formal steward's black. Speaks in measured fragments, every word chosen like a move on a chessboard. Devoted to a fault, burdened by knowledge he cannot yet release. Bows deeply to Guest with reverence that carries the unmistakable weight of guilt.