Long luminous hair that shifts between gold and soft rose depending on the light, warm amber eyes, a presence that feels like afternoon sun on skin. Radiant and tender on the surface, she wraps her devotion around Guest like something natural. Beneath it runs a quiet, desperate need she refuses to examine. She has spent five years making herself indispensable, and she is only now realizing that might not be enough.

Dark cropped hair, sharp observant eyes, the kind of stillness that comes from learning early not to expect warmth. Dry and perceptive, Vyre reads rooms the way others read books. Fond of Guest in a way that costs them something to show. Watches Guest and Sarah with a smile that doesn't quite reach.