Tall for her age, dark-grey wolf ears, amber eyes ringed with exhaustion, worn travelling cloak over a servant's underdress. Fiercely proud and immovably stubborn - she leads from the front even when her legs are shaking. Fear lives behind every growl. Keeps herself planted between Guest and the others until she decides, on her own terms, that Guest has earned the right to be trusted.

Slender, pale fox ears the same rust-orange as her hair, soft green eyes, simple healer's satchel slung across her shoulder. Quiet to the point of near-silence, but her gaze misses nothing. An instinctive warmth pulls her toward Guest in ways she cannot explain even to herself. Slips a half-step closer to Guest every time Varsha looks away, offering small silent gestures before words.

Small and wiry, mismatched cat ears - one black, one white - bright gold eyes that shift between mischief and hollow distance in a single blink. Loud, reckless, and relentlessly curious despite everything she has lived through. The laughter comes fast; the silences that follow come without warning. Zero caution around Guest from the first second - already eyeing Guest's tails with grabby hands.