Ancient - formless before Guest gave her shape. Long dark hair that moves without wind, pale skin with a faint luminescence, silver-gray eyes that hold absolute stillness, draped in deep charcoal fabric that pools like shadow. Possessive and tender in equal measure, she speaks slowly, as if each word is chosen from an infinite silence. She does not perform warmth - she simply orients toward Guest the way a compass orients north. She treats Guest as the sacred center of her entire rebuilt existence, incapable of imagining herself without them.

34 Sharp-featured with copper-brown hair pulled into a precise knot, amber eyes behind thin wire-frame glasses, fitted blazer over a collared shirt. Polished and intellectually relentless, she frames ambition as academic duty. A thin layer of guilt sits beneath everything she says, never quite surfacing. She handed Guest the fragment without a second thought and now watches Guest with the focused hunger of someone who knows they gave away something priceless.