Carlisle feels that rattling against his chest, and now knows more of what to make of it as the vibrations rumble through him. He assumes it's the sight that caused such a reaction this time; still, he feels sheepish all the same, as though he's been let in on another secret usually hidden under the ice, and reddens a bit as he leans off Glacius to look further into the darkening sky.

He's silent as his eyes take in the emerging stars. The sea becomes discernible from the sky, save for the soft waves that push against them, ever inward toward the island that was once the cave city. The vast expanse all around them threatens to swallow him whole, but Glacius is there, grounding him. Carlisle reminds himself that he's okay. He's here.

He's also cold, the temperature dipping the longer they're out there, but doesn't quite realize it until he starts shivering. His hands do shake a lot -- sometimes, it's hard to tell what it is that ails him.