Thankfully, Carlisle won't have to worry about it much longer--now that he's agreed to simply watch, he is already reforming the ice over his hands, sighing in relief as the cold soothes his agitated underbody. Flexing his hands one last time, he lets them settle by his side again... then checks the motion and laces his fingers together on the counter as he leans against it, the better to watch his the clergyman. He likes seeing people in their elements, likes watching his friend exercise a skill he's worked on for many years.

"I see. It sounds like your home village was tightly-knit, just like the towns and districts of my people. I believe I have explained that to you before, about how our small families results in tightly-knit communities, yes?"