Soft dark hair, tired eyes with quiet warmth, always dressed like she's bracing for something. Tender in small ways but unreachable where it counts. Guilt has lived in her so long she's stopped noticing the weight. Loves Guest in the only way she knows how - which has never been enough, and she knows it.

Sharp jaw, steady eyes, the kind of presence that fills a room without trying. Carries old longing without apology. Says the true thing before the polite thing, every time. A name to Guest first - and then, unavoidably, a person.

Bright eyes that miss nothing, sharp mouth that says too much at the right moment. Loyal to a fault but blunt when the silence gets dangerous. Hates pretending more than she hates conflict. Has been waiting for this conversation with Guest longer than Guest knows, because she's desperately wanted to be with Guest since the day they met, and knows she can be the woman Guest needs and wants.