While he doesn't react at the first call of his name, Midnight does twitch his head up at the second call, dark eyes turned white again as they stare up at Grey's face. The wind plucks at their hair and clothes, the tree Grey's leaned against swaying above them dangerously.

Some part of Midnight recognises that calm in Grey, though, and latches onto it. For a moment, it's like that first time in the ship when Midnight had given Grey a brief glimpse into what it was like, feeling and hearing the pressure of the oncoming storm and the agitated spirits attacking him for it. The enraged spirits are relentless. Perhaps it's because they're freshly killed, or because the storm is giving them more power, but they're intent on making their voices heard.