Seemingly satisfied with what privacy he's offered, Carlisle fumbles with his belt and his pants. Despite his lack of coordination, he does manage to get them undone, though stepping out of them proves to be problematic. He stumbles and nearly falls against Glacius, holding onto the icy giant for support.

"The clergy in ssservice of the Domu wear robes," he starts as he attempts to find his footing and make it onto the bed. His legs, much like his arms, are stiff and uncooperative. "And I've thought that- that yes, we could do that. They are rrrrrepresentative of his wings, and that seems very practical, too. An added perk."