With the support of Glacius' arms around him, Carlisle -- or what being this may be -- finds his footing. His voice is a more difficult challenge, and though his response seems to come again from a place of compulsion, it reverberates through the Mote, as well.

"With you, I believe I would be safe."

More he had said before, but the words are now a mere shade of themselves, lacking any and all of the emotional emphasis they once had; they escape from him steadily, devoid of his usual cadence. The rest of him goes through similar motions, his eyes unfocused as he brings his hand to rest along Glacius' chest, allowing his fingers to trace the lines of his microweave as he has so many times before.

"How gentle can you be...?"