His tea did this? Did he botch the channel somehow--or do it too well, perhaps? He's going to have to figure that one out later, because the clergyman has just dropped some highly alarming news--albeit rather casually. Glacius warbles in confusion and alarm, pulling his head out of Carlisle's grip and clasping his hands in his own--which are still completely bare of any ice-- as he attempts to look them over.

"Y-you didn't tell me this concoction could damage you some how!" the ice alien responds, concerned. The human's lack of lucidity is confounding, but the thought that he might have caused his hands some permanent damage takes precedence here.