Glacius nods wordlessly, carefully placing the mug on the ground with a good bit of space between it and himself so that he won't knock it over when he rises to his knees to assist Carlisle. He had to reform the ice around his hands to protect himself while he boiled the water and brewed the tea, so the clergyman is going to have to put up with a bit more cold as he is helped up... but the good news is that the ice alien fully intends to move him into his bed where there are blankets aplenty under which he can bury himself when he'd done cleaning up his friend and tending to what wounds remain.

Glacius nods once he's helped Carlisle into a sitting position, then regards him with some worry. It looked like it was so difficult for him to move, and he doesn't want him to have to expend even more energy on fine motor functions, nor does he want him to risk fumbling with hot ceramics. "Will you be able to handle the mug yourself...?"