[He smiles ever so slightly when Cassian grabs his arm. It's an instinct he'd felt, too, to reach out and make sure that Cassian was no illusion. But his hand feels warm and solid on his sleeve, and for the moment that's enough for some relief.]

I am real, Cassian. I can promise you that much.

[Still, Cassian's answer surprises him a bit, his eyes growing wider for a moment.]

At Cassandra's? You mean -- you don't remember anything that happened after that?

[Jezebel isn't sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps it's both. It explains why Cassian looks the way he does, but it also means that there is a large gap between them -- a gap that included both Cassian's new form, but also that last night in the tower.]