She would never really know the full extent of the influence her voice had upon him, though she could certainly sense some change in him, as the anger he had brought with him faded into the background of their encounter. It simmered there, just below the surface as if any moment it threatened to boil over and consume him; just what that might all entail Midna hadn’t the faintest idea. But here they both were, within her no wish to end this endeavor, and within him steady roots beneath his paws. For as much as he had seemed to want to leave her upon his arrival, he had remained, and regardless if she had anything to do with it she was pleased. Although he had remained in the small and snowy clearing with her, when he spoke to give his name it seemed that his anger was indeed barely contained. Shem. It was entirely new to her, but it felt as old as time as she wondered at the wolf before her. He did not leave her much time, however, as he continues, his voice matching the hard and prying nature of his gaze. He mentions his sister, and their likeness to one another, and even before the next words come she could feel the truth of her first words to him. This was her brother before her, for there was no reason for Midna to disbelieve him. She had known something familiar in him when he had first come to her, but the revelation still surprised her all the same. Shem was her brother, with no hint of her Father, and all the hints of her Mother and sister. Shem was a wolf that was part of her, and part of someone else she did not know. Her heart urged her to him all the same.

His conflicting aura kept her from moving herself physically, but she reached out to him in a way she had learned to reach out to her distant Father. There had been times where Lucero had seemed to not want to be near any other, including her and even his own self. It had been in those times of lonesome that Midna had resolved herself to reach out in any way she possibly could. Thus she had immersed herself in self-taught meditation that had fast become a very large part of who she was. She had always been able to feel the energy of what surrounded her, but she had never thought until then to seek out the specific energy of individuals themselves. In such a state, she truly thought to be able to sense the energy of her Father that roiled in a torturous way inside of him as he kept himself away on the inside and out of the light. Much like how she had attempted to reach her Father, she now reached out to Shem silently and mentally, her own blue aura tentative and coaxing to his red one. Those were the colors she felt and could even catch the barest glint of thanks to the coating of white that surrounded them. Winter was always a time when she felt the most connected to the energy in all things, and it aided her well in these moments.

While the inclination had the probability of all just being a mere fabrication of her imaginative mind, Midna truly believed in what she could feel, and Shem was an entity she could feel tenfold. Shem, a brother. Her words are piecemeal, slow to catch up with her thoughts, for truly her surprised reaction had drawn on longer than intended. It had also distracted her from breaking the blanket of silence that had developed, though her statement had ended the moment even if it wasn’t as quick as it had come upon them. It took her but another moment to collect her thoughts and voice them with her smooth tones once more. To meet you, I am delighted, and to know you, even more so. Though the structure of her speech could be heard as strange, it was a true fit for her overall calm and peaceful demeanor. Still she did not move to him; she only would when she knew he was ready, and for now she was content to gaze upon him from afar. There was no fear present as she watched him with dual toned eyes, instead there was a hopeful and eager fascination that lingered there, and it was focused intently upon him.