Normally, Carlisle's effusive enthusiasm for the situation at hand would have put a slight smile on Glacius' face (even though he knows it's not really funny, considering this was only going to end up being a temporary relief from his pain)... but he's too preoccupied with his latest revelations to really put forth much emotion right now. In the very least, he's relieved that the clergyman isn't too wrapped up in his suffering for the time being... hopefully he'll be able to get some decent rest that will help him actually feel a bit better when he wakes, instead of just relying on a high to do so for him.
Still cradling the clergyman carefully in his arms, the ice alien takes him into his room. He casts a glance down at his friend, allows himself to take some relief from the fact that he does look much better now--not streaked with ink and blood, not shaking from agony or coughing with each breath. He is going to have to be especially on guard to ensure that trend keeps up--to make sure nothing gets in to threaten Carlisle's health or causes him stress, and to make sure that he keeps up the bed rest until his strength has come back to him. He doesn't want the clergyman moving around or trying to attempt mundane tasks until his energy has been restored, and the stiffness has gone from his limbs... and in the meantime, he'll have to figure out what he's going to do about... recent developments.
He's going to be expending a lot of effort and energy on his friend's behalf over the upcoming days, in other words, but Glacius has never particularly minded that. Arriving at Carlisle's bedside, he pulls back the sheets with one hand, then sets him on the ground--but keeps one arm wrapped around him for support, as he is all too aware that the clergyman is in no way capable of supporting himself at the moment.
"Take off those pants so I can wash them, too, and then get into bed," he suggests quietly. "I want you only concerned with your recovery, Carlisle... let me take care of everything else."
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Still cradling the clergyman carefully in his arms, the ice alien takes him into his room. He casts a glance down at his friend, allows himself to take some relief from the fact that he does look much better now--not streaked with ink and blood, not shaking from agony or coughing with each breath. He is going to have to be especially on guard to ensure that trend keeps up--to make sure nothing gets in to threaten Carlisle's health or causes him stress, and to make sure that he keeps up the bed rest until his strength has come back to him. He doesn't want the clergyman moving around or trying to attempt mundane tasks until his energy has been restored, and the stiffness has gone from his limbs... and in the meantime, he'll have to figure out what he's going to do about... recent developments.
He's going to be expending a lot of effort and energy on his friend's behalf over the upcoming days, in other words, but Glacius has never particularly minded that. Arriving at Carlisle's bedside, he pulls back the sheets with one hand, then sets him on the ground--but keeps one arm wrapped around him for support, as he is all too aware that the clergyman is in no way capable of supporting himself at the moment.
"Take off those pants so I can wash them, too, and then get into bed," he suggests quietly. "I want you only concerned with your recovery, Carlisle... let me take care of everything else."