It might not be enough to completely banish Glacius' worry, but it certainly helps to settle some of them. He gives a small, soft chirrup of encouragement--a sound that might seem uncharacteristic for a creatures of his size or fierce-looking visage--to the human as he opens the door, and takes them both inside immediately, shutting it behind them with his sturdy heel. Soon. Soon his friend will be able to rest...
... But there's still a lot of work to be done before that point. The ice alien casts another glance down at the weary frame of the human cradled protectively his arms, takes in the sorrow, the wounds, the ink and blood painted across him. He never should have had to suffer like this. It makes his hearts ache all over again, but at least this is with concern--a brief break from the doubt and self-depreciation festering in his soul.
"Is it... permissible for me to tend to you, Carlisle?" Glacius asks quietly as he walks them towards the couch. He'd head straight into the clergyman's bedroom, but doesn't want to get any of the sheets or furnishings in there dirty. "We can do what we have done in the past, where we... discuss our troubles as I work, if that helps."
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... But there's still a lot of work to be done before that point. The ice alien casts another glance down at the weary frame of the human cradled protectively his arms, takes in the sorrow, the wounds, the ink and blood painted across him. He never should have had to suffer like this. It makes his hearts ache all over again, but at least this is with concern--a brief break from the doubt and self-depreciation festering in his soul.
"Is it... permissible for me to tend to you, Carlisle?" Glacius asks quietly as he walks them towards the couch. He'd head straight into the clergyman's bedroom, but doesn't want to get any of the sheets or furnishings in there dirty. "We can do what we have done in the past, where we... discuss our troubles as I work, if that helps."