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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

Carlisle holds up a hand to cease Glacius' apologies before reaching for his glasses. Even without them, he could tell the alien was once more covered in a thick, icy layer -- the familiar drop in temperature followed him into the shed, chilling the entire space with his presence alone.

It takes him a few minutes, but Carlisle manages to get himself dressed, only stopping to rub at his sore forearms once. He apparently deems the sweater and slacks and not quite enough for the chill that no doubt awaits them outside in the pouring rain, the storm having not let up one bit since he took shelter; he drapes one of the pelts around himself as a makeshift cape, wrapping it around the front of him and tossing the back over his shoulder.

"There we are," he says, offering his partner a smile, rubbing idly at his arms once more. "I believe that will be sufficient, don't you?"

[glacius]

Glacius pretends to scrutinize Carlisle for a moment, then puffs a little exhale. "Perhaps. But I think I can do one better."

He explains what he means not with further elaboration, but by action; pushing the door of the little shed wide open, the ice alien extends his arm through. With his icy skin intact once more, he is able to shift once more--and he's using that to his advantage to ensure his partner's comfort, here, as his hand liquefies and expands as it flattens out. It curves broadly as it begins to take shape, and by the time his shifted limb as resolidifed, its taken on a form not unlike a large umbrella.

"Here," Glacius rumbles, looking back to Carlisle, "Stay beside me, and I will see you safely through this storm."

[tongueamok]

It takes Carlisle a moment to realize what Glacius is doing, but once he does, he smiles widely, stepping beside his partner as he sidles out the door.

"My protector, as always."

[To here.]