Tension that hadn't been quite as clear in his narrower, leaner shoulders eases at the physical proof of Jedao's presence. He doesn't mind the voice in his head, but it's no more tangible than a voice over the commlink in his bucket, and he smiles faintly at the gracefully waving tails with their unblinking golden eyes.

"Thanks." He takes a sip of the tea to clear the hoarseness from his own throat, then sets it on the table so he can return to the assessment he'd started in the bathroom. He can't see himself, so he'll have to settle for mapping this strange-familiar body by touch. "Wish I could touch you," he adds, as he trails his fingers along a scar running just above his hipbone, angling down towards his groin beneath his blacks, and remembering the scare that had given him at the time. "But the shadow's... nice."