J'mon glanced down at the shadow - briefly at first, then leaned a little closer and touched their long fingers to the floor where it lay. They didn't know if it would be comforting or not to know that others could see it, but it didn't have an essence of anything nefarious. In fact... "How interesting," they hummed. "That has the distinct scent of trickery to it. Fundamentally different from a curse, which I could do nothing about to begin with, but similar to many magical effects I have seen."
That wasn't entirely helpful. Speculating on the precise school of magic or the origins of the caster wouldn't really do anyone any good. But it was good that it wasn't a curse. Curses took wishes to break and Jinn had said often enough that he didn't grant wishes. And for that matter, J'mon hadn't quite learned that one either. But effects could be corrected. And even higher beings left a signature on the magic they wrought.
"May I?" J'mon asked, already standing and moving to sit next to Eddie instead. They reached into the folds of their clothes and produced a small leather pouch, plucking from within it a coin-sized platinum medallion with the image of a dragon on it as well as a vial of fine greenish powder. "I do not typically need these things," they explained, "but every little bit helps." They looked up at Jinn, then, and motioned him over. "I need your assistance. Hold his hands. Palms up."
The exact positioning of it was irrelevant but J'mon had the distinct feeling this would help put Eddie at ease. Having a strange being pressing in on his personal space wasn't going to settle any nerves. But Jinn had a way about him.