That seems to settle the alien--or maybe he's just having a hard time staying conscious. Now that Carlisle is back with him and he's not feeling quite as on tenterhooks about the clergyman's well being, a sort of relief washes through him, mingling with the exhaustion of staying up all night after going through so much. Either way he gives a fond-sounding sigh of acknowledgement, then goes very quiet and still. He might have managed to pass out for a moment or two, but he ultimately comes around, not about to leave his friend alone right after waking up.

"Your condition... you have exacerbated it," the ice alien notes sadly, having been able to gather that much from all the ink Carlisle was expelling, as well as how utterly unresponsive he had been for so long. "What can be done to help you recover? I want to know everything--this was on my behalf, after all... I must set it right."