"It does not seem very fine," Glacius insists, beginning to grow wary of that particular smile. He's not one to pry, however, so he eventually relents and lowers himself back down. The last thing that he will say on this subject is a quiet reminder. "You know you can trust me. I just want to help."

That being said, he watches Carlisle work and returns his attention to their previous line of conversation. "I don't think any thorns or sharp edges will be a problem--as you have said, my natural armor renders them harmless. I think the only way I could imagine them hurting me is if they somehow managed to make it into my gills... but even that would be extremely difficult, as I am not stupid enough to get the planets any where near such a vulnerable site... and even that happened, my operculum would help protect the organs," the ice alien explains. "In other words--you needn't worry. Though I do, as always, appreciate it."