"Yes, right here." He taps his finger near a little arch at the bottom. "That's the contact point. You should feel it draw energy from you. Not too much, given it is a tame glyph, but if you were able to charge the rocks I -- apparently -- made for you in another world, then this should be relatively easy."

But he does pick up on that hesitation, on how Pratt asks for instruction despite logically knowing what he should do; it gives Carlisle himself a moment's pause. "Is there something wrong, Deputy?"