Shem was accustomed to the withering look that Lucia gave him. Usually, it was him that gave others that kind of skepticism but he'd been under scrutiny before, too. Really, he couldn't say he blamed her. He would have been suspicious in those circumstances too, especially had he been a loner-girl like she was. In any case, he made an effort to look a little friendlier than his norm. He gave her a wane grin and waved his tail, having come to a stop several yards from her in order to provide her with some comfort, a little peace of mind. No, he wasn't there to kidnap her, or attack her, or any of the sorts. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship she and Ghost had. Should Shem not have known Ghost?

"I'm Shem," he answered with a small nod, though he suspected that answer wouldn't mean much at all. How did he know Ghost? He had to answer fast, that much he knew. Hesitation could easily come across like a lie. "I trained with Ghost in the north, in the tundra. We met by chance when I was returning from just outside Moladion." Worse lies had been told, and for the most part, it was the truth anyway. Whether or not it would satisfy Lucia, he couldn't know.

He looked up at the sky for a moment to mull his thoughts over. Then, it clicked and he looked back to Lucia with an honest grin. "Let's make sure we know the same Ghost, shall we? She's pure white, like snow, with eyes like broken ice," he said, his grin having become a bit more sheepish. He felt a little guilty describing her as such. From what he knew of Ghost, she might have preferred a little more dignified of a description rather than being spoken about like poetry. He might have described her strength or speed, or perhaps her prowess, but those were subjective. For all he knew, Lucia didn't know any of that. To her, Ghost might have been a nurturing presence, or somebody more tender. "Is that the Ghost you know?"

He tilted his head and waited then, surprised by his own patient. He took the time to observe Lucia, trying to understand the deeper webs that spread between she and Ghost, and then her father. She didn't seem afraid or beaten like he might have expected. Lucia seemed kind, at least at the surface, and he wondered just what kind of brainwashing Ghost had meant when it came to Exodus.