That seems to placate the clergyman, whose attention is drawn back to Glacius as easily as it had been pulled to his shaking hands only a second before. Glacius might hear him chuckle again before he speaks.

"You can open your eyes," Carlisle says, his voice subdued as his exhaustion hits him again. His bed is quite comfortable, soft beneath his aching joints. "You are better than a cursed being deserves, but I will endeavor to... be good enough."

That doesn't sound very confident, but he certainly looks more optimistic than he usually does, that goofy smile still worn into him.