"If all I cared about was ambient temperature, I would not have left the bedroom that you set up for me," Glacius protests further. That determination in Carlisle's eyes surprises him though, and if the quickest way to get his partner to rest is to allow himself to be situated, then the alien supposes it cannot be all that bad to go with it.

His remaining mandible flexes briefly as he grapples with the decision, before he ultimately makes up his mind. "I am holding you to that promise, then. It is a miracle you have not gotten sick already, and must make sure you do not fall prey to that or to exsiccation. I understand why you were wary, and I am truly sorry for that... but my energies are yours, and now that I am myself again I desire only for you to use them. I am... so sorry that I made you feel as though you had to hoist everything unto yourself. It was... not how things are supposed to go at all, now that you bear my Mote."