That suggestion causes Glacius to tense again, that paranoia trying to trickle into his thoughts once more from the back of his mind. He is cognizant of it now, though, and with his fever being cooled and his gills clear, it is much easier to think—which the alien does, trying to mentally work himself through it. Don't get caught up. Untangle the threads, separate the wills. The only threat to you now is your sickness; he is working against that, not against you... even at his own expense...

That much is for certain because the ice alien can feel the shaking of of Carlisle's hands as he holds his own, and that is what finally pulls Glacius out of his internal struggle. He casts his head back to stare up at the human, his eyes filled with tired regret. "My partner, I am sorry... I have... done us a disservice with my fear and doubt. I-I did not understand it at first, but I should have. Just know that if that had been me, and not the will of some damned parasites, I... I would never have..."