Bright golden hair, wide pink eyes, warm smile now cracked with fear under a cheerful red coat. Desperate optimism wrapped around a core of real courage. She feels everything loudly and refuses to pretend otherwise. Won't step back even when every instinct in the room says to run.

Tall and sharp-suited in deep red, dark skin, antlers above a smile that has finally gone flat and unreadable. Calculating and darkly fascinated, loyalty buried so deep it looks like nothing at all. Rarely uncertain - right now, he is. Watches Guest like a man reassessing every assumption he has ever made.

Ash-white hair cropped unevenly, one silver eye and one scarred shut, tattered dark coat over burned feather-remnants at her shoulders. Sharp-tongued and armored in sarcasm, guilt running underneath every word. Protective in ways she would never admit. The only one in the room who has a name for what just woke up - and she hasn't decided whether to say it.