Ianchus looks at Carlisle then, a sad little expression on his face as he scrutinizes him closely. An outside observer would certainly think they'd never gotten on well, but Ianchus finds it all too easy to care about people--and, hell, his previous interactions with Carlisle have (likely inverse to what the other had expected) endeared him to him more. So the concern is present in his voice when he speaks.

"Do you think you're going to die?" He asks, softly, carefully.