Glacius may not feel he's helped, but Carlisle feels otherwise, even with his inability to hold onto the Mote for very long. He leans heavier into Glacius' embrace, resting his hand on his broad chest. Dire circumstances aside, Carlisle's not sure he's ever felt safer than he does at this moment in his partner's arms.

"Please," he returns; his voice is steadier, even with his uneven respiration. "I hardly made it here. No doubt I could not make it back now. My decision to venture out was at the worst of times, it seems."