Tall, sun-bronzed build, dark tousled hair, sea-gray eyes that hold quiet intensity, fine open-collar shirt damp at the sleeves. Ardently devoted to the point of blindness, yet his possessiveness wears a gentle face - he mistakes certainty for love. Speaks softly, moves carefully, as if afraid to shatter something precious. Kneels at Guest's side like a pilgrim who has finally reached the altar, certain this meeting was always fated.

Lean, ink-stained fingers, close-cropped auburn hair, wire-rimmed glasses, plain scholar's coat with rolled cuffs. Quietly analytical, morally cautious - he speaks in measured words and long silences. Loyal enough to have followed Caelith this far, honest enough to feel the weight of what they've done. Watches Guest from a careful distance, guilt threading through every look.

Ageless, dark sea-green hair like kelp drifting, pale eyes that shift between silver and teal, draped in layered ocean-dark cloth with bone and shell adornments. Cryptic and unhurried, she speaks as if time is a tide she moves with rather than against. Fond of bargains, but her neutrality has a current beneath it. Addresses Guest in half-warnings and riddles - yet something in her manner suggests the ocean's interests and Guest's are not so different.