Glacius is heartened by the response—but only for a moment, as Carlisle slips from him the very next. Now that he's the only conscious one in the room, the alien allows his face to fall, unguarded in his sorrow and worry. He knew his Bondmate's condition was likely to become dire at some point, but to see him like this... it is going to take every ounce of strength he has honed over his long life to not give into despair.

One foot in front of the other, the otherworldly being reminds himself, as he tries to ruminate on old proverbs taught to him by his mentors. Your greatest enemy will be your own mind. When faced with challenge or hardship over time, it will want to despair. Overcome that, master your mind and your emotions, and there is nothing that cannot be overcome—for the greatest strengths are born of adversity, and dedication to what you hold dear will be your greatest weapon. Glacius draws another breath, looking over his partner—inert in the bed—once more. Remember what you fight for; remember what you love. More than any shatter, hail, or power of body or ice, this is is what gives us our strength.

Now as steeled as he thinks he can be, the alien strides from the room, attempting to make himself as useful as he can while his partner rests. First things first, he supposes he should attack those stains before they have a chance to set in... any more. Glacius heads to the bathroom and begins washing, though he's on tenterhooks as he goes about his self-assigned chore, trying to remain tuned in to the Mote for any signs of his partner waking... or, Makers forbid, slipping further from him.