[Thankfully, Glacius' species aren't the sort to cry or give in to emotions as randomly as other children, even when very young--but if there ever was a time that he might start wailing, this would be it. This world could not be more different from the peaceful, familiar tundras of his homeworld; he has no idea where he is, or where his parents are for that matter. There's no sign of anything that could bring him comfort or peace of mind, and wandering about the city looking is only driving that fact home more in more in his more easily frightened mind.
As such, he nearly bolts when Ellie hones right in on his desperate need of aid; from the moment she spots this much more diminutive version of the ice alien, it should be obvious that he's not the towering pillar of strength she's become familiar with. But then she pulls her bag out to reveal all of the interesting things inside, and he stops momentarily. Thankfully the magic of the city translates her language for him, given that he only knows that of his own people at this age; he doesn't quite work up the gumption to respond with his own words, but he does eye the bag, his nostrils flaring a little as he smells the snacks inside.]
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As such, he nearly bolts when Ellie hones right in on his desperate need of aid; from the moment she spots this much more diminutive version of the ice alien, it should be obvious that he's not the towering pillar of strength she's become familiar with. But then she pulls her bag out to reveal all of the interesting things inside, and he stops momentarily. Thankfully the magic of the city translates her language for him, given that he only knows that of his own people at this age; he doesn't quite work up the gumption to respond with his own words, but he does eye the bag, his nostrils flaring a little as he smells the snacks inside.]