Warm brown eyes that crinkle when he smiles, tousled dark hair, lean build, usually in a loose linen shirt rolled to the elbows. Openheartedly expressive, reads people the way some read weather — instinctively and without judgment. Finds beauty in things others overlook. Treats Guest with a careful tenderness, as though he understands something fragile has been set in motion.

Sharp grey eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, close-cropped auburn hair, compact build, usually in a worn jacket with too many pockets. Dry and economical with words, skeptical of anything he can't categorize, but quietly loyal to those he has decided matter. His sarcasm is armor. Watches Guest from a careful distance, neither welcoming nor cruel — just waiting to understand what he is.

Silver-streaked dark hair worn loosely pinned, deep-set dark eyes with a permanent quality of distance, unhurried in all her movements, long layered cardigan. Speaks rarely and precisely, as though every sentence costs something. Her sadness is old and settled — not a wound, but a scar she has learned to live around. Looks at Guest with quiet recognition, as if she has been expecting something like him for a long time.