Glacius would have honestly preferred that--physical wounds were so much easier to cope with and recover from than emotional wounds, after all, and what he's just suffered in that regard is grievous indeed. Even now, little pangs of doubt rock against the inside of his aching ribcage; the concern that Carlisle expresses for him should be a comfort, and yet he can't help but wonder if he's only expressing such because he didn't know who else to call to come to his aid...

"Your location," Glacius replies again, not wanting Carisle to pass out before he can gain this vital bit of information. Despite everything, he's still powerfully concerned for the clergyman's wellbeing, and doesn't want him to suffer any more than he already has... even as the double's words still resonate painfully in his mind. "Shall I come for you, or send one of your fellow humans instead?"