As embarrassed as he is for having brought attention to Glacius' faux pas, Carlisle feels even worse when the alien starts picking at the wound on his face in what the clergyman recognizes is him caving to his own nerves.

"Stop stop stop stop," he utters in quick succession following that hiss, dipping to grab the water bottle and pulling off the cap. "Don't do that! Here—"

Conjuring an orb of light into his hand to help him see the injury, he offers it to Glacius. "Hold this so I can see any irritants and wash them out."