The contact, at least, is something that Carlisle's double hadn't had the chance to sully. Glacius' breath hitches in his chest when he feels the clergyman's hand rest gently on that scar, the gesture just as full of care and consideration as it has always been. When he touches him like that, things feel a little more okay again... he fights the urge to stop in the street and seek further familiar reassurances.

"Not here," the ice alien rumbles out, though he tilts his head against Carlise's palm to show that the gesture is accepted and appreciate. "You are hurt. I cannot waver yet." But soon... the Spire is close, and once they make it inside he can get the human situated again... and then maybe they can talk about all of this.