Thankfully, it will be the last night Carlisle has to put up with such lonely circumstances for some time. Though Glacius hadn't noticed such behavior when his mind had been addled by both the gods and his sickness, and he's exhausted enough now to fall asleep fairly quickly after his partner leaves, when he wakes in the morning he cannot help but wonder what the clergyman is up to. The ice alien still has not made a complete recovery—after how badly off he was, that would be a bit too good to be true—he does feel like his fever is diminished and some strength has been recovered, thanks to his solid night of rest. He sits up, tests his limbs—they are stiff and slightly shaking, but they'll cooperate... and Carlisle had been right. After being bedridden for so long, the alien wants to get up and move about.

So Glacius moves somewhat sluggishly to his door, pushing it open to find the clergyman right there. Surprised, touched, and regretful all at once, the bulky ice alien squats down right next to his partner. "Carlisle, you should be in bed..! Ah... but... I understand. I am sorry I keep leaving you to have to deal with things alone." Never mind the fact that it was Glacius who just went through a horrible, agonizing ordeal. "Are you alright?"