Carlisle glances back at his partner as Glacius resettles in the tub, and gives him a reassuring, but stern look. "Right. You have pushed yourself far enough, and cared for me so often. Let me do the same for you, for once."

He seems to be reminding himself of that, as well. With the floor relatively dry, he hangs the towels along the various hooks on the wall and darts into the den for just a moment, grabbing some of the cushions from the chairs and the blanket from the back of the couch, dragging them all into the bathroom. Setting them along the wall near the tub so he doesn't have to sit on the hard floo -- it has been anything but kind to him in the previous nights -- he makes himself a little sitting area. Before settling down himself, Carlisle digs through the drawer again, grabbing a pen and his glyphs for alteration.

"Just allow me to adjust these for you, just in case you should require another bath. It's a rare occasion where you ever even seem dirty, admittedly, but a good soak would be beneficial to your armor every now and then, I expect."