He wasn't completely solid. More like a still-flickering ghost of his usual self. Then again, for all Midii knew, that was what a Spirit of Winter was supposed to look like.

She hesitantly reached out to touch his hand. It went through, but she could feel a strange tingle when their respective presences made contact. She felt him. He was cold. She shivered a little.

"I did. But...how?"

What had changed since the last time?