Glacius' eyes widen in surprise and he pulls back slightly as Carlisle shoots upright... or as upright as he can managed when his body is so weak and exhausted. The otherworldy being's hands--bare, pale, and sinewy, his tendons jutting out against his alien flesh--return to the clergyman's body immediately, urging him to lay back down. That wince is highly disconcerting... what caused it? Did he manage to fully heal the wound, or simply seal it, leaving internal damage?

"Stay down, Carlisle, you are hurting yourself," the ice alien tells him--he's afraid to apply too much pressure for fear or hurting him worse, but if the human is doing that to himself already then he will force it. "What ails you? Have you not mended? Is it simply sore, or is there a more grievous problem that I need to address?"