"Are you asking the alien?" Glacius barks a laugh, "Because I couldn't tell you. I prefer to go without... even if the heat of the sand is not agreeable to my feet." Now he holds one up, wiggling his two big toes as if in demonstration. His icy skin is still intact--perhaps the only reason his poor soles haven't been melted down to the underbody is because of that ever-handy weave of technological glyphs. It does seem to be flowing over his body a bit more quickly than normal.

"Come, this way," the ice alien finally removes his arm from around the clergyman and begins heading down the beach a little further. "I left some things here--a towel to sit on, some bottles of water. Let's check on them, relax for a bit... and then see about making use of what sun we still have left."