"If I do--" Glacius begins, finding his words catching in his throat again as he takes in all the grisly details around him. Up close, Carlisle looks even worse, his body beginning to curl up defeatedly, his skin drained of its already slight color. His gills flutter and he forces himself to continue on. "--Can you heal the wound? Otherwise I must leave them in until I can take you somewhere to be stabilized, so as not to cause any greater blood loss." He's already clearly had more than enough of that as is.