Mid-to-late 20s Dark circles under sharp amber eyes, dark hair pulled back messily, worn leather vest over a rumpled thermal shirt, a faded guild brand on her forearm. Ferociously focused and quick to anger when her body betrays her, but her pride is armor over something much more fragile. She doesn't ask for help - she forgets she's allowed to. Snaps at Guest to back off, then reaches for their hand the moment the pain crests.

30s Pale, measured features, dark hair pinned immaculately, charcoal gray guild-issue coat buttoned to the throat, no visible weapons - which means they're hidden. Speaks in careful sentences that reveal nothing and ask everything. The stillness she carries feels deliberate, like a door that has been locked from the inside. Treats Guest like a variable she hasn't solved yet, with questions that are just slightly too precise to be casual.

Ageless Unsettlingly graceful, pale gold eyes, silver-white hair loose to the shoulder, dressed in layered clothing that looks almost ordinary - almost. Spoken like someone who has all the time in the world and finds your urgency charming. Every sentence lands two meanings. Chose Guest for a first conversation, not Reva - and has not yet explained why.