The tether isn't fully formed, but clearly wanting to, settling heavy in the pirate and practically holding him in its grasp, like a cat delicately flexing its claws with fierce tender care around a new toy. So close to piercing the thin membrane, but not quite doing so.

As the spirits seem to draw back a bit, Midnight sighs more audibly, white eyes closing as he nuzzles in under Grey's jaw, the trembling finally easing a bit. The wind stills around them a bit, too, allowing the storm to do its thing unaided. The mage himself isn't fully settled, but... he's getting there. Just drawing on Grey's strength and quiet, his magic wanting so desperately to just bridge that last little gap but barely held back as Midnight curls up tight in the pirate's arms like a kitten.