Glacius blinks, realizing as Carlisle's words become more and more grim that his comforting talk hasn't had the intended effect. Instead, the human continues to lose his grip on reality even further, mind drifting back to half-formed memories that are wrought with pain and suffering. Dread and guilt seizes the alien and he wracks his mind as he tries to correct his misstep, tries to think of some way to pull the clergyman out of the mire of his fear and self-doubt.

After all, Carlisle has done this many times for him now.

Wanting nothing more in that moment to give his friend relief--from everything, be it the suffering that ran so rampant in this cave, the pain his body was in, or the woes so deeply ingrained into his own mind-- Glacius moves his hand from the side of Carlisle's face to the back of his head, leaning up as he does so until their foreheads meet.

"Yes, you are, you're here with me where you belong. And everything that you've done? It was--it was enough," Glacius murmurs, "You're enough, Carlisle. More than. I promise you I will do everything in my power to help you one day see that."