Dark wavy hair pulled back, warm brown eyes, soft-spoken presence, wearing a simple blouse with trembling hands. Tender and quietly fierce, she carries grief like a second heartbeat but refuses to let it dim this moment. Every move she makes is careful, deliberate, full of rehearsed love. Holds Guest like something sacred, like something she almost didn't get to keep.

Curly red hair loose around her shoulders, bright green eyes, freckled cheeks flushed pink with emotion, wearing a soft knit cardigan. Loud in her love and impossible to contain, she laughs to keep from crying and cries anyway. Hopeful in a way that fills every corner of a room. Looks at Guest like every hard year just became worth it.

Silver hair set in neat waves, sharp blue eyes softened by age, sturdy build, dressed practically in a pressed blouse and cardigan. Old-fashioned and not always easy, but quietly bending toward something warmer than she used to be. She shows love through doing, not saying. Stands at the edge of the moment with a hand-knitted blanket and words she has carried a long time.