[Glacius returns the grin, the expression shifting from one of simple happiness into one of reassurance when the silence stretches between them, as he has learned that is more often than not a sign that Carlisle is battle with some misgivings. At first the ice alien has no clue what it could be about, but then he notices that his partner's gaze has ended up not on his eyes but just beyond that, settling at the heavy scarring to the right side of his face. The alien's gills flutter, fairly certain he knows what's coming... and when the clergyman finally manages to have out with it, he gives but a weak, unsure chuckle in response, dropping his gaze to the bread in his lap.] Ha... your mind is sharp, as always, understanding even processes that are alien to you. You were correct... the snow could have healed everything--the bone, the scar--it could have even replace the mandible in its entirety... I simply did not allow the healing process to complete fully.

[For a moment, it seems as if the ice alien is going to simply lean it there--but then another chuckle moves him, and he swivels his head on that long, curving to look at Carlisle once more.] I mean... how could I? It has come to signify so much... loss and pain and suffering, yes, I will forever carry that with me. But it is also crowns our coming together; it is a physical mark of the solidarity we share, and hopefully, a reminder to you that you do not need to bear your burdens alone. Even the one you view as strong and noble has their scars; if I am not defined by this, [and here he taps one long finger to the edge of the most prominent scar--] then neither should you be for yours. [And now he gestures more vaguely to his partner's stomach.] I will bear the sign of our commonality until you can finally believe that, if I must. It is so very important to me.