Glacius simply smiles and nods, glad that sentiment at least is not being met with resistance. The silence that follows, however, he is not quite sure what to make of--most of the times he's seen Carlisle at a loss for words have only been dire ones. The ice alien gives a small warble, swiveling his head about and craning his head down so that he can nudge gently at the side of his friend's head with the smooth curve of his nasal cap.

"Carlisle... a-are you alright? This isn't too much, is it..?"