Carlisle may struggle at times to connect with Glacius in terms of emotion, but meeting Glacius' energies with his own and finding a way to make them work together has never been difficult for him. Perhaps magical energy isn't all that different from the ones coursing through the alien; perhaps he is simply a skilled healer, more so than he gives himself credit for. Or perhaps it is sheer coincidence -- one he refuses to take for granted.

He keeps a hold of Glacius' hand with one of his own, using the other to reach to the shelf below the coffee table for one of his spare journals. Pulling it into his lap, he flips through it a moment: each page has a glyph on it, spare ones he's scribbled on the lined paper for when he hasn't the time -- or use of his hands -- to draw another. He finally chooses a page -- the glyph Emily crafted for Glacius, for them.

"Emily did always like the thought of, ah. The two of us. I believe it would be appropriate that we comfort one another under the stars she crafted."