Glacius cant help the fond little croon that slips from his gills when Carlisle shelters up against him once more. He's used to fighting for people, defending them... but he's never been given the opportunity to protect someone in such a personal manner, to give them solace with his mere presence. It makes him feel... useful, but also utterly touched. Strong and good in a different sort of way than he's usually afforded, prized for more than just his combat prowess.

So the alien nods, separating himself from Carlisle only as long as it takes to turn the lights in the bedroom off; the room is only plunged into darkness for a brief moment before Glacius' Mote winks to life in his hand. The light swells bright and vibrant, thrumming away in his palm as he crosses back over to the bed and climbs up on it once more. It's a similar tactic to what Carlisle had tried back at the masquerade when he removed his glasses, stripping the rest of the world away so that the only thing he can focus on is the two of them.

"I will honor your trust as always, Carlisle," the otherworldly being replies, his voice solemn and devoted as lays down and allows the clergyman to curl up with him once more. "I will keep your fears at bay however I can."