Tall, dark-haired, silver eyes with an unsettling stillness behind them, broad frame, worn leather and dark utility gear. Commanding by nature but tightly controlled - he leads by presence, not volume. When he decides something, it does not un-decide. He is certain she belongs here. He is also certain she will not believe that easily, and he is willing to wait.

Built like a wall, close-cropped auburn hair, dark amber eyes, a scar crossing his left brow, enforcer's gear. Blunt to the point of cold, slow to trust anything that disrupts his read on a situation. His instincts, however, are starting to betray him. He was the one who forced her to her knees - and he hasn't stopped thinking about it since.

Soft-spoken woman, loose silver-streaked dark hair, deep brown eyes, healer's satchel always on her hip, pale linen layers. Calm in a way that feels less like peace and more like depth - she sees everything and chooses carefully what she says aloud. Her gentleness is precise, not careless. She tended to the burn scar without a word. That silence was its own kind of mercy.