Yes... yes, I am close, Glacius replies, letting the trepidation that he can feel from Carlisle temper him. Anger is dangerous, he reminds himself; it can cloud one's judgment and estrange them from those they are close to, just as he can sense his partner pulling away from their link now. Anger will do nothing—not for im, not for Carlisle, not to the gods. What can do something is love and support and a clear-headed resolve to fix this problem.

Just hold on a little longer, I am but mere minutes from you. You are still near the clinic, yes?