Even if it's not lighthearted, Glacius is always glad to see his friend in stable enough condition to speak in such a humorous manner. He gives a light chuckle, thinking aloud as his gaze stays on Carlisle's hands. "Well, my people don't use wood for their decorations--and hide is rare as well-- but I'm sure it did look nice. You've seen some of my methods for coping with stress... namely the deep breathing that helps my energies cycle through my body and calms my mind. I also like to spar, as the exercise is very good not only for my physical well-being, but my mental health as well, though I... don't have many people that I can do that with, here." Perhaps he should chat up more of the guard about that. He'll have to pursue that line of thought later.

"I like to take walks, too. The park has been good for that," the alien thinks, and now turns his head to look up at the clergyman's face. "Perhaps we could do that together, at some point. It... it might be nice."