The basement had been retrofitted into a tiny safe-house with the idea of it containing a few people with no warning given. So of course, there were clothes and things in here. Pajamas and sweatpants and tshirts and sweaters, mostly. Stuff that could fit anyone. The tiger grabbed some likely clothes for them both, and a pair of towels, and was quick to join Cassian in the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself out of habit more than necessity.

Look, he'd even found black clothes for Cass!

"This doesn't feel real," which was saying a lot, coming from a Faerie. He'd been so absolutely certain for so long that the stabbing would be the end...