Glacius' eyes flick down to survey the shallow recess in the rock below them for a few moments; then his gaze returns to his partner, who he gives something of a secretive, playful look. Carlisle won't have long to wonder what exactly is going through the alien's mind, for he soon scoops him up—pack and all—in his arms and starts heading right for the steep incline that will take them down to it.

He may not trust his partner on such treacherous terrain given his near-accident of just a moment ago, or he may simply want to spare the human the stress of having to navigate it after what has already been a long walk. What is certain is that Glacius has developed something of a penchant of catching Carlisle off with gallant acts; the ice alien fixes the cleric with another look as he's bundled in his powerful, familiar arms; this one is knowing and eager. "What say we go find out?"