"I suppose," Carlisle returns, a shudder running through him that he's sure Glacius can feel. "And yet, there were times we could feel it prying into our minds. It was a dangerous site, the wreck, but... but there were times at the end there, before I was brought here, that I felt- felt the need to go back to it. Compelled, even."

He stiffens, and crosses his arms -- his hand lands on Glacius' that lies along him, and though he pulls his own away at first, he does settle to leave it there after a moment, the knowledge he's protected a comfort he can't describe. "I don't know if the others felt that too, but I could feel it creeping up my spine, pulling at me every night."