It's hard to maintain that smile when Carlisle doesn't come over to join him; it's impossible to miss that affection when the clergyman had been so reliant on it ever since they became romantically entwined. Glacius folds his hands in his lap, both trying to figure out if he should stand up and go to his partner and trying to figure out what to say.

"And... there must be some danger inherent in this if it has you so clearly out of sorts," the alien murmurs, still holding his partner's gaze. Clearly this goes beyond simple healing, otherwise Carlisle wouldn't have to talk to him about it, and he knows why that might be a problem. He understands his partner's abilities on a deeper level than others-- knows how they rely on his energies and vitality, and clash against his lack thereof.

And yet he doesn't know exactly what affliction the clergyman would be trying to ease, so there could be other repercussions still that he hasn't yet considered. Now Glacius does frown, his urge to close the distance between them spiking again as he strives to be there for his partner. "Perhaps you should explain the situation to me, so that I can better advise you."