The towering ice alien nods, watching his friend carefully separate himself from the corner and nodding encouragingly as he does so. "I can see how that would be quite the change, then. For me, it... reminds me of home, somewhat. Even the Spires back in the actual city do--that was what we called the vast, towering structures that the leaders of my people resided in. The Spire Chambers... they were built so tall that they reached above the usual cloud covering of my homeworld, allowing the Grand Councilors to catch the rays of the sun and gain their resplendent golden skin. But they were also able to harness the rays and create atmospheric optics, which they used to display messages to my people..."

Glacius trails off as he follows Carlisle, realizing that such fantastical concepts probably are not helping his anxiety--that he's probably adding more mind-boggling concepts on top of everything else he already has to deal with. "... Ehm. My apologies, Carlisle. I just get... so carried away when I think about home... so many fond memories." And that may be all he ever has left, though that's not something he wants to think about right now.