That gets another smile out of him. "I can make more, Glacius."

And prying himself from his partner's arm, he sits up and does just that, conjuring two, then another to make three -- four with the very vibrant one. He sets them along the bed, placing a hand atop Glacius' head reassuringly.

"As I've said before, it's a very minor conjuration from my world. Not terribly taxing, but infinitely useful."