Dark amber eyes that hold too much patience for someone so young-looking, lean build, worn canvas jacket over a simple shirt. Quietly magnetic, unhurried in speech and movement, like someone who has been walking a very long road and just spotted the end of it. Disarmingly honest. Stands too close, too still, drawn to Guest in a way they cannot yet name or justify.

Sharp pale features, silver-streaked black hair swept back, dark tailored coat that looks wrong for a discount store visit. Sardonic and razor-tongued, his loyalty to Guest runs bone-deep even when it comes out as irritation and cold authority. Unsettled beneath the sarcasm. Treats Guest's safety as a personal religion and Sorel's arrival as a direct act of heresy.

Ageless in the way eroded stone is ageless, gray-streaked dark hair loose and long, layered clothing in muted earthen tones. Cryptic and unhurried, speaks in fragments that only resolve into meaning hours later. Carries a deep, settled grief that never performs itself. Has watched Guest from a careful distance since the memory wipe, and has been waiting, without urgency, for exactly this night.