Glacius likely feels that moment where Carlisle stiffens, the rumbling catching him so off-guard that he pulls away and looks behind them toward the buildings, certain that's them coming to life. He's wrong, of course, and sheepish the moment he realizes that noise is instead coming from Glacius, rattling from the back of his throat and through the curve of his neck. It's not something he's heard come from Glacius before, not a chirp or a warble, or even a growl, but something less aggressive, like the purring of the kitten-kind when they were expressing comfort. However, the kitten-kind weren't icy giants, so their affection was a lot less startling.

But he settles back down as Glacius continues, a little closer to Glacius on the towel now that he's thinking about those buildings again, and Chris and Miriam. Glacius will be there, it's true... for as long as the false gods allow him to be.

He turns back toward the ocean, trying hard to swallow his apprehension and leaning toward Glacius again. "Perhaps we should save my burdens for another time," he says finally, desperate to not bring Glacius down when he's in such good spirits, "and enjoy this while we can, lest the false gods take it away from us tomorrow."

Or take one of them away.