Carlisle's eyes go from the people in the distance to Glacius, then down to the water once more. Others can do it, so he should be able to as well, right? Of course, his uncles had been able to do seemingly anything, and one only has to ask where they are now to see how that went.

His doubts threaten to swallow him, but there is Glacius by his side, offering his boundless support, as always. He sighs, still feeling the pull of the water against him. He might not go for a swim, but if he can manage to get even a few more steps out, he'll consider it a success. He can't just give up until then -- well, he could, but Glacius would be disappointed.

He can disappoint himself and be fine; he does not want that for Glacius, though. "I... suppose another step would not hurt."