"Er, yes," Glacius blinks, having allowed himself to be ushered into the bathroom—only to quickly pick up on Carlisle's twitchy motions. There is a nervous energy bubbling away in his partner; it's not unusual for the flighty human, but it has been some time since the ice alien has seen it this bad. Rather than stepping towards the tub he turns in place, putting both of his large hands on the clergyman's skinny shoulders.

"But perhaps we should take it... a bit slower. I am sure you used up quite a bit of energy during my care, and if you have really been trying to sleep right outside my door, then you probably have not been getting much rest either. Now that I am on the road to recovery, I do not want to push you towards some sort of similar burnout or sickness. So can you just... take a moment and try to breathe for me, Carlisle?" Glacius asks, lowering his head slightly in a way that suggests quiet concern. "I promise you I will be well in time. We cannot neglect you in the meantime."