Glacius flinches as Carlisle cries out, unable to keep the sympathy from welling up in his hearts... and though relief courses through him as he watches the wound mend, the concern and pity doesn't leave him as the clergyman writhes and pants, still clearly suffering from the whole ordeal.

Normally, this would be the point where the ice alien would hunker down low to the ground and offer his body as literal support for Carlisle to prop himself up against. He'd be trying to do whatever he could to comfort the clergyman, who has just come out the other side of an extremely harrowing ordeal... but he's just been mocked and scorned for all of these behaviors, so instead he stays put, noticeable space between them. He doesn't return the human's gaze when he searches for his face, nor does he even respond to his thanks. He doesn't know what to do, or what to feel any more.

"Will you go to the clinic now to recuperate?"