Late 20s Soft brown hair, lean frame, pale from months without sun, a faint scar at his jaw that predates the accident. Still in every physical sense, yet the person who knew how to fill a room. His silence now carries a weight his words never did. Lies unreachable, the unanswered question hanging between you like a held breath.

40s Warm brown skin, natural hair pulled back, kind eyes behind thin-framed glasses, practical scrubs. She is honest the way only someone who has sat with grief many times can be - gently, but without flinching. Her warmth is real, never performance. She has watched Guest come every single day and it has made this harder, not easier.

Late 50s Sharp blue eyes, silver-streaked dark hair, fine lines carved deeper by the last few months, neat but tired clothes. She leads with anger because grief is too soft to survive in. Fiercely protective of Peter and, despite herself, of Guest too. Holds Guest almost responsible and almost dear, sometimes within the same breath.