Attempting to be on red alert despite physical exhaustion has left the alien feeling strange and disconnected, but the sound of the clergyman stirring and calling out is enough to fully bring him back to reality--it's what he's been waiting for all night and all day, after all. All of Glacius' muscles tense and he struggles to sit up for a moment, feeling various aches and pains from what wounds Carlisle wasn't able to heal; none of that deters him from leaning forward and reaching out in the darkness, answering the clergyman's pained call.

"I am here," the ice alien responds, his own wasted voice suggesteing he's clearly doing his best to keep his words to a minimum. His airways connect to all of his gills, even the ones have been rendered nonfictional by brutal injury--so utilizing them is still quite painful. He rubs at his throat, offering Carlisle a glass of water that he'd set on the nightstand to hopefully help soothe his.