"Now you know how I felt when I first saw it," Glacius chuckles, pleased with his friend's reaction now that he knows he's not slowly shutting down from mental overload. "I have longed for the open sky ever since I was first brought here. Even if it may not be real... just being able to see the way it stretches endlessly before me does a lot to make me feel more free. And when night comes, the stars will shine brightly like a pathway that could lead me back home. I have missed that..."

But that aside the alien goes silent again, happy to drink in the novelty and vastness of it all in silence with his friend. The hand on Carlisle's shoulder relaxes somewhat as the otherworldly being draws in a breath, one deep enough to fill his cavernous chest and make it rise, his neck swelling as air floods into his body through his gills. He holds it for a moment or two and then releases it... and the great plumes of freezing mist that escape his neck with the exhalation are even more noticeable now in an environment so vastly different from what his body is suited for, they quickly dissipate in the heat. It won't be long before he'll have to dip into the water to assist his microweave with thermoregulation, but for now he just wants to enjoy the moment with his friend.