Now it's Glacius' turn to take a time out and think about what's been said. His hand stops moving across those scars, and his eyes drift slowly up the clergyman's body to his face.

"Yes, melting away would be a tragedy... but that's not something you have to worry about unless the gods decide to light this whole place ablaze," the ice alien attempts to reassure him. "And anyways, even if that were to happen, I do have people looking out for me. All of my friends in this cave... and that includes you."

Now he extends one bare, spindly finger, almost like he's about to prod Carlisle square in the center of the chest... then, considering the various aches and pains that he was suffering from prior to his inadvertently drugged state, seems to think better of it. Instead he reaches up and gently places one hand on the clergyman's cheek, a reflection of the way the human has so often stroked his jaw line when attempting to inspire a sense of comfort and solidarity.

"So don't worry so much about me, alright? You take good care of me. If it makes you feel any better, though, we can discuss methods of combating heat and keeping me safe from temperature related harm later." Much later, when his friend isn't in a magic-induced haze... Glacius isn't sure if he'll be able to make sense of any instructions at this point, nor does he know if Carlisle is going to remember anything from one moment to the next.