[Glacius swivels his head about to look at Carlisle--he appreciates that he's been given agency in this decision, and after a moment he does seem to arrive at one, as a smile appears on his face.] I'll tell you what. Let me know when your own scars bother you a little bit less... and in the meantime, promise that you'll touch mine every now and again, and I think I'll be just fine.