"Sleep? Patrols?! Pah!" Glacius huffs mightily, rearing his head back and shaking it as he discards those ideas entirely; the motion makes his gelatinous operculum sway slightly. "Of all the things I could not be less concerned about right now... after what I just saw... after what you just went through! I want to know that you have recovered, that I have not lost you, physically o-or mentally or..."

The ice alien trails off, nervousness tempering his insistence just a bit. Perhaps it would not be a good thing, he thinks to himself, to remind Carlisle of what he had just been through. Perhaps he should keep the cleric as far away from that realm as possible in mind and spirit. Glacius huffs, averting his gaze entirely. "Never mind. Never mind, you are alright. You said it yourself. You even said my name, so you clearly... know who I am. Of course."

The alien is clearly trying to convince himself, but he sounds like he isn't buying his own attempts. Carlisle calling him by his name and referring to him as a friend are heartening developments to be sure, but they're still fairly general terms compared to how they usually talk. All he can do right now is hope that those memories that he cherishes haven't been lost forever, but he's not quite sure how to broach the subject right now.