Glacius directs his attention towards the false sky as the glyph is activated; he watches as the corners of the room disappear into an endless black expanse, dotted with glimmering stars. It's a beautiful but ultimately tragic sight, a reminder of the loss of the one who made this possible for them as much as it is a comfort. The alien lowers his head and sucks in a breath as their subtle glow glimmers against his icy skin; he's surprised to hear a similar choking sound from his partner and swivels his gaze to the clergyman's face, concerned amidst his own grief.

For a moment he thinks that Carlisle might be struck by a similar sorrow, but it turns out that isn't the case at all. The alien doesn't get much time to regard him as he's pulled into a tight embrace, but at least Carlisle doesn't leave him wondering. The ice alien squirms slightly, trying to get enough range of motion so that he can rest his forehead against his partner's, then goes still with their faces only inches from one another's.

"What? Carlisle... there's nothing wrong with being thankful for what you still have. To be able to count your good fortune in a place that offers very little of it. It doesn't speak to how little you cared for Emily, it just... speaks to how much you care for me," Glacius replies, looking the clergyman square in the eyes. He feels touched in a way that's hard to describe, but he knows it's important to try. "I... I'm glad I mean that much to you, that my presence can offer you such relief even in the face of such a loss. It feels good to know that I can... help you just by being here."