"I will endure," Carlisle returns, "I assure you. And if- if it proves too much, I can always lean upon you for support." In every way, much to his chagrin at times. Blessed as he feels to have such a caring and providing partner, he cannot help how it frustrates him to know that, in trade for a longer life on his part, he is slowly but surely draining the life from his lover. And there's no arguing against it -- it was Glacius' choice, and one Carlisle wouldn't dream of stripping from him, given how little agency he's had throughout his own existence.

He'll come to terms with it eventually. For now, he needs to focus on coming to terms with the fact that they're still walking, and the pack on his back feels like more of a burden with each step. "I will admit that this is preferable to a hike in a jungle -- for you especially, I am sure. The circumstances could be worse. I've- I've told you about the jungle, haven't I?"