"This is not fine, Carlisle--you are in pain, you can barely move!" Glacius rumbles out, absolutely not buying into the clergyman's attempts to downplay his condition for once. The otherworldly being is about to ask him for an actual explanation of what is wrong when he turns his face--still streaked in blood and ink--to face him, the alien finds himself taken aback that somehow, despite his injuries and his exhaustion, he's the one that the human is concerned over.

It's enough that Glacius feels himself blush the tiniest bit as he looks down at his bare hands. "Y-yes. It has to be this way for me to continue treatment. Plus, you already have a hard enough time staying warm as is... I did not want to worsen your discomfort..."