More quiet laughter escapes the clergyman, but he doesn't pull his head away from Glacius for even a moment. "I feel good," he says again, "when you're here, and I'm here, and we're both here. And the rabbit can be here, too. The rest sssounds terribly complicated, with the black void of space and atomos- atmos- sphilling- at-mos-fear-rick optics, but if makes you understand what that sensation is in my chest, then that's fine. That's just fine."

He keeps talking about warmth and how delightful he feels, but his body knows otherwise, his limbs starting to tremble from the chill once more, his skin reacting to the cold by exploding in tiny bumps. Still, Carlisle keeps himself so near Glacius, enjoying the pressure of the alien's head against his own. "That's... fine," he repeats quietly.