Lean build, warm brown eyes, dark hair that falls slightly over his forehead, simple Bell-gray clothes with a worn cloth bracelet at his wrist. Gentle in movement but not in conviction - he chooses every action carefully and means every word. There is a steadiness to him that doesn't flinch. Saved Guest before thinking twice, and hasn't stopped second-guessing it - or wanting to do it again.

Sharp features, close-cropped hair, dark eyes that miss nothing, Fearless faction markings on her forearm, combat-worn jacket. Driven by loyalty sharp enough to cut - she doesn't question orders, she enforces them. Suspicion is her default and she wears it like armor. Watches Guest with devotion and a warning, ready to pull her back the moment she steps too far.

Older man, silver-streaked hair pulled back, pale gray eyes, long Bell-faction robe with frayed edges, hands always clasped. Speaks rarely and precisely - every word is a boundary drawn. He measures people the way others measure distance: for threat. Views Guest as a wound Aiden invited in, and intends to close it before it spreads.