Carlisle eyes the pile Glacius brought, getting to work on building a proper setup for a fire, his illusionary form holding as he leans the branches against one another to form a point. Rather than fingers, the form uses its claws to maneuver the wood around, making for an odd sight for anyone unfamiliar with the enchantment.

But thankfully, Glacius is familiar with the enchantment. Carlisle gives him a puzzled look. "Huh? Oh, oh I, er." He lowers the hood as he stands up, dispelling the illusion. "Aheh. I was merely keeping the chill at bay. Nearly forgot this cloak did that, honestly. I would not dream of having you sleep next to a creature, of course."

He stoops again, returning to his work. "Uncle Benistad's enchantment is still strong after all these years, I see."