Glacius can tell; it must have been a lot to elicit this maelstrom of different emotions he's receiving from his partner... but amidst the shame and concern and his defeat, there is still some hope. The ice alien latches on to that and tries to fuel it, knowing how important it is to getting through the worst of what this place puts them through.

Well whatever it was, you are alive. We are both alive, and we can recover. Together once more, as always, the otherworldly being attempts to reassure. I am nearly back. Just hold on a little longer, alright? Then we will get this all sorted.

He has to believe that they can. He does not like what he's feeling across the Mote, how... tenuous it is. But his life force has been enough to prop his partner up so far, and he'll give whatever it takes so that the young cleric can hold on.