Glacius had been too taken by the moment to note the strange steam rising from the clergyman's eyes in delicate, trailing wisps--and he's too lost in the afterglow to do so for a good few moments even now. All he wants to do is bask in the closeness, the affection, and the utter content of the moment, letting his mind drift as he wraps his arms around the human as he shelters against his body. His arms might be a bit more spindly without all that ice coating it, but it's a secure and loving hold nonetheless.

It's Carlisle's apology that finally cracks the alien's eyes open. He takes notice of the steam, and makes a mental note to ask about it later--after he's addressed his partner's shame. "You have nothing to apologize for--I was trying to overwhelm you, Carlisle," Glacius murmurs, keeping up the stroking of the cleric's lanky frame. Then, realizing how that probably sounds, he quickly adds on, "But not in a malicious or harmful way--I just wanted you fill you with nothing but good feelings, as that is what you deserve, not this... self-debasement that plagues you, even now, when you are in my arms. It is my hope that what you felt from the Mote may... help with that. I know that words can sometimes seem empty, but... it is hard to argue with something that you can feel for yourself."

The pale alien lets out another shuddering sigh, stretching against Carlisle once more before settling back against him and giving him a careful hug. "So... whenever you are discouraged, or feeling bad about yourself, just remember that there's someone out there who... deeply, truly loves you, Carlisle. I hope it can... help you feel better about yourself when you need it. And I hope it can help you feel more secure about us, too--you can never let me down, not when I care for you and cherish you as deeply as this."