[Glacius butts against Carlisle's fingers one last time, then allows them to separate so that they can both return to their lunch. He listens dutifully as he follows the clergyman's example; another sizeable chunk of bread gets torn off and summarily absorbed.]

I could tell, and was glad for it... and even if you might have felt out of your depth with what came after, you were good at all of it. Despite the deteriorating condition of my gills, I was able to breathe easily for some time after your attention. [The seems to fall into consideration for a moment, then takes another piece of his bread and continues.] Anyways... I wasn't sure if you were going to be happy with me keeping the scar or not... but if it helps you, I shall. There may be opportunities to heal it at a later date--[though he doesn't like relying on the gods, he can't help but admit that the ability to call down a patch of snow was extremely helpful--] but for now, it seems important to continue bearing it.