"A... A day or so," Glacius responds shakily. "I was so worried, Carlisle... and I felt so powerless. Nothing I did seemed to help... you kept coughing up that ink and I made sure you could expel it, but you... you didn't wake up..."

Fighting back a whine, the ice alien instead brings a hand up to the back of the clergyman's head, trying to further the contact between them. "I know I can't ask you not to do that again, because if our positions were reversed then I absolutely would have expended myself to save you... but..." he shudders again, then coughs up a single hoarse laugh that sounds a mixture of bitter and self-depreciating, "...Please, don't do that again."