Glacius listens intently, that familiar sorrow for his friend's condition gnawing away at his hearts again. This doesn't sound good at all... and it explains just how listless Carlisle has been looking this past hour or so. His intact mandible clicks--the motion of the ruined bone causes him to flinch, as always, but he doesn't let it break his concentration as he tries to think of what can be done to aid the clergyman.
"Rest. Right. Alright. You just... lay here, and try to do that, and I'll be right back," the alien tells him. He resists the urge to bump his forehead against Calrise's in a bid of comfort, too aware of the suffering he's enduring to move him even the littlest bit. Instead he rises, plucking up the clergyman's clothing so that he can set it to soak in cold water as he gets to work on that pain-relieving brew he was taught how to enchant not all that long ago. Depending on whether or not he manages to stay conscious, Carlisle can probably hear him moving things around in the kitchen, setting up the kettle to boil some water and procuring some papers on which to draw the proper glyph. He's actually drawn one a long time ago that he never activated, which he'd been using more as reference in his studies... it makes it easier to scrawl the magical instructions quickly, and given the urgency he's feeling to provide care to the listless human, that's something he needs right now. That same urgency also means that he allows his energies to flow more freely into the glyph, unaware of how even his regulated levels had affected the human.
When everything is all done, the towering ice alien returns to sit on the floor by the couch where Carlisle is laying. Just in case he has managed to fall asleep, Glacius reaches out with one hand and shakes him very gently. "Here. I brought you your tea to drink." There's a brief pause, then the ice alien seems to remember that he can't just absorb fluids... and being horizontal seems like it would make it much easier to ingest anything. "...Do you... require my assistance to sit up?"
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"Rest. Right. Alright. You just... lay here, and try to do that, and I'll be right back," the alien tells him. He resists the urge to bump his forehead against Calrise's in a bid of comfort, too aware of the suffering he's enduring to move him even the littlest bit. Instead he rises, plucking up the clergyman's clothing so that he can set it to soak in cold water as he gets to work on that pain-relieving brew he was taught how to enchant not all that long ago. Depending on whether or not he manages to stay conscious, Carlisle can probably hear him moving things around in the kitchen, setting up the kettle to boil some water and procuring some papers on which to draw the proper glyph. He's actually drawn one a long time ago that he never activated, which he'd been using more as reference in his studies... it makes it easier to scrawl the magical instructions quickly, and given the urgency he's feeling to provide care to the listless human, that's something he needs right now. That same urgency also means that he allows his energies to flow more freely into the glyph, unaware of how even his regulated levels had affected the human.
When everything is all done, the towering ice alien returns to sit on the floor by the couch where Carlisle is laying. Just in case he has managed to fall asleep, Glacius reaches out with one hand and shakes him very gently. "Here. I brought you your tea to drink." There's a brief pause, then the ice alien seems to remember that he can't just absorb fluids... and being horizontal seems like it would make it much easier to ingest anything. "...Do you... require my assistance to sit up?"