Glacius can't respond to that. He is very much not alright, but his wounds, emotional in nature, will have to go unaddressed for the time being. At least they're not being completely untreated... the fact that Carlisle is still as accepting, grateful, and concerned for him as ever is comfortingly familiar, a soothing salve in light of how wrong interactions with his double had been. His own agonies haven't vanished, but they're a little more dulled now. He can push on in spite of them for the time being.

He starts walking them back to the Spire, his head up and trained towards the distance... but occasionally his glowing green eyes flick down to look upon the human resting in his arms, watching his breathing, making sure his condition doesn't start to spiral downwards again.