Glacius cracks his eyes open as he detects Carlisle working some kind of magic, that glowing green gaze filled with as much weariness as pain at this point. All he really wants to do at this point is just... to drift off and forget everything for a time... but he's rapidly nearing the point at which that might become dangerous. After all, if he passes out, how much of a struggle might it be to wake up again?

So the ice alien focuses on offering guidance to his partner, as hard as it is in his current condition. "Good. Now..." his gills flutter stiffly again, pushing in and barely out as he attempts to breathe. "Can you use that to clean the film out of my irritated gills? If it remains, it will be harder and harder for me to take in either hydration or oxygen..."