Alright, well, his bid to distract Carlisle from his own nerves didn't work out like he was hoping... but at least this isn't full-on panic just yet. In truth he hadn't even been moving all that quickly, has just been coasting slowly through the waves, but now the ice alien comes to a complete stop and swivels his head around again to look at the man; as he does so, a large, icy tendril--likely the alien's tail end-- reforms from the water a few feet behind him to coil around his waist in a supportive fashion.

"Are you sure you do not want me to take a more conventional form so I can properly hold you?" Glacius asks, tilting his head as he tries to help Carlisle get purchase around his neck again. Any other methods of transporting someone in this form haven't even come to mind yet, given how he's never interacted with someone like this before.