Though he doesn't say it aloud, Glacius may feel a series of emotions resonate through the Mote: alarm, irritation, then gratitude as he approaches and takes his natural form. Carlisle looks between the two of them, his eyes falling as he continues to pick at his sleeve.

"Kate."

That's as much of a greeting as he manages to muster at the second, letting Glacius handle it. No, he and Kate haven't spoken since that phylactery business, but unlike the two of them, Carlisle has yet to put it out of his mind. As always, he is stubborn to relinquish his concerns.