Glacius accepts the expression of gratitude readily, his own smile growing as he butts back against Carlisle's face. "Ah—ha, see? Look at us, working together, figuring out a proper solution... you do not have to drain yourself if I am the one filling the Tear, and if the energy being used is coming from an isolated source, then my pathways and your aural channels should flow safely, without risk of being tainted by whatever energies this... other party is based off of. Now this—this is a plan I feel good about."

Then something seems to occur to the alien, however, and he slows and nudges Carlisle's face a bit more carefully—as if he's trying to get his attention. "Just... save the other Tear, alright? It was a gift to you, and I want it used for your aid; we must either try to cultivate another one if possible in the continued hopes of getting a spare to bloom... or you must save it and use it for yourself in an emergency. I want you as safe as possible in this damned city, and having insurances can only help."