The sight that greets Glacius as he exits his room is a lonely one indeed: rather than leaning back against the wall, Carlisle apparently opted to lean forward this time, his legs crossed before him, head propped on his arm, blanket draped over him like a cape. Sitting in front of him are a few papers and a book to write on, as well as a pen that clearly slipped from his hand at some point in the night and was chewed on a few times by Rabbit. Finding it wasn't food, he abandoned it, as well.

As Carlisle is snoozing in that sitting position, Glacius startles his partner as he speaks, his voice, hoarse from coughing, a nearly unfamiliar one. He stiffens reflexively as he sits up, one hand reaching to his papers, the other tightening on the pen that's no longer within his grasp. His eyes dart around for it for a second or two before landing on Glacius, his mind answering the sleep-addled question of What was I doing out here? quickly enough. Right. Notes. Keeping an eye on Glacius.

He runs a hand across his scalp, brushing back his hair. "No no no," he starts in, his voice frenetic as he tries to acclimate to being awake once more, "don't- don't apologize. I just- I suppose I dozed off out here while working." Which he intended to do all night. "No need to worry. How- how are you feeling? Should I get you something? More water, perhaps? Or a- or a cold bath might do you wonders, actually."