Arabella is certainly real, warm and solid under his touch -- the pale, drawn appearance she had at Lost Hope chased away by the flush that fills her cheeks as she purses her lips. Because yes, she missed him too, and the hand that comes up to cup his cheek is her own way of trying to prove he's real, but really?

"Jonathan," It's a half-laugh, half sob, as her fingers run over his face. It's him, all right, but ... what happened to his eyes? Are those scales? "Is that really all you have to say?"

He owes her a lot more than that, but well, that can wait for the moment. She rises on her toes, letting his hand go so she can clasp her arms around his neck, tightly. It's the one thing she hadn't gotten to do the last time he saw him, after all, as dazed and bewildered as she had been.