[Glacius can't say he blames Carlisle there. He certainly didn't mean to get them on this track after how well everything had been going not all that long ago, but he believes that it is good that they had this talk. The clergyman is the type of person to carry a lot of things with him and attempt to gloss over them, rather than admitting to himself how much they bother him--let alone anyone else. To be afforded a glimpse into his mind and to know what might be wearing him down is invaluable to the alien who only wants to relieve him of his burdens.

So he turns towards his partner, the better to allow him to shelter up against him, and loops his other arm around him now.] We--we don't have to figure it out. You have me, that's what matters. And--look on the bright side, as you humans say. You've been taken between a couple of different worlds now and you're still yourself! That... has to count for something, right? Consistency can be comforting.