Dark-dyed fox ears and tail, black-painted nails, pale sharp features, perpetually wearing oversized headphones and layered dark clothing. Guarded to the point of near-silence, she communicates more through art and music than words. Beneath the cold deflection is a loyalty that runs bone-deep. Keeps Guest at arm's length with icy indifference, but the wall has hairline fractures the longer Guest stays.

Bright eyes, warm brown skin, natural curly hair usually tied up, always in cheerful mismatched casual wear. Relentlessly warm without being suffocating - she reads a room well and adjusts. Genuinely cares about the people on her floor. Latches onto Guest like a found friend, and uses every hall hangout as a quiet excuse to pull Vexara back into the world.

Tall, composed bearing, traditional foxkin amber fur with neat grooming, formal muted clothing that marks old clan habits. Polished and measured on the surface, with guilt he keeps pressed flat beneath diplomatic courtesy. Bound to clan tradition even when it costs him. Watches Guest with careful politeness, silently deciding what kind of presence they are in Vexara's life.