Human form. Jacob takes a moment with those two words and the explanation, and about all that comes to mind are some half remembered tales from the earliest days of his childhood, and the comfortable little cottage that was home. Curled up in the sweet smelling sheets with Evie cuddled next to him, he'd been told many stories, but he'd never imagined most of them to be especially real, but had been captivated by them all the same.

No one could tell a story like his grandmother, whether she was soothing the twins to sleep through a chilly winter's night or trying to coax them to rest even though summer's pleasant weather made them want to stay awake for hours, running along the shore. Part of her special magic touch that had nothing to do with literal powers, but everything to do with love and comfort and...he misses her, Jacob realizes, now, though he hasn't thought of her directly in years. He's about to smile, but his mouth is dropping instead as suddenly a man, a quite attractive man at that, with just the sort of smile Jacob likes to see on anyone, appears before him.

Instead, his jaw is dropping, rather quickly there.

"I've heard of you...your lot." He explains, rather quickly. "My Nain would tell us stories, me and my sister, but I'd never thought I'd meet anyone like you in the flesh. Amazing! You do this often?"