Carlisle brings his hands to Glacius' at his chin, reveling in the touch. "As I have said, there is no need to apologize," he reassures, swallowing his guilt for now, burying it within his gut as he tries to refocus on his partner. "There have been times where I was the one taken in by the gods' influence while you were seemingly unaffected. Perhaps they overlooked me this time." He can only assume they did so because he is, by his very nature, already sickly and paranoid. Perhaps they pitied him, or perhaps they felt they could subject him to nothing worse than he suffers already.

"Now please," he implores, "into the bath. I- I haven't yet perfected the glyph to fill it, so it might flow over just a bit, but nothing that- that we can't just clean up later."