Warm brown eyes sharpened by grief, dark hair pulled back hastily, always wearing something of their mother's - a ring, a scarf. Ferocious when it comes to the people they love, but the fierceness cracks into raw anguish when no one is watching. Carries their mother's last words like a weight they refuse to put down. Looks at Guest like they are both the person they are most afraid of losing and the one they are most furious with for hiding.

Laugh lines that show up even when he is exhausted, sandy hair always a little disheveled, usually in a worn hoodie two sizes too big. Masters the art of a well-timed joke to redirect any conversation that gets too real. The humor is genuine - and so is the fear underneath it. Glances at Guest with a kind of quiet, searching relief, like finding someone who speaks the same language.

Sharp cheekbones, dark eyes that miss nothing, dark hair cropped short, always looks composed even when she is falling apart. Built walls so high she forgot there were doors. Independence is her armor and her prison. Absolutely refuses to be anyone's burden. Keeps a careful, guarded distance from Guest, jaw tight - but her eyes betray that she is desperate for someone to just stay.