As their foreheads connect and they share their sign of camaraderie, Carlisle lets out a sigh and closes his eyes, shutting out the world around him. It's just him and Glacius in that moment -- that, and the thudding in his chest that resonates through him so strongly that he can detect it even through the magical stupor he's in. Perhaps he's dying, or perhaps his heart is ablaze, but he couldn't care in that moment when everything feels as it should.

"Ahhhh... there it is," he whispers to himself, that barely perceptible smile tugging at him as he returns the gesture. As he rests his head against Glacius' fully, he reaches for that scar again, his hand shaking as his fingers caress it. "Like Fireclaw wine. Such a rarity in these parts."