Glacius, more than familiar with the little hitches in Calrisle's cadence here and there, picks up on that uncertainty easily enough. It's doubly alarming to him that the physical symptoms are evidence that even the clergyman cannot fully deny... he tries to think about what he would do if he saw his friend expending himself in such a way again. Could he interrupt the channeling? Should he interrupt the channeling, or would that just cause Carlisle to lose control of his energies and lead to even worse results?

And then there's another issue, an issue that Carlisle himself is currently mulling over. While he's never though that the clergyman was a coward, he's certainly noticed his skittishness, and the human himself has said that he has enough of his own problems without having to worry about the trouble that other people in this gave get into. So why is it that things are so different between the two of them? Why is it that Carlisle would--no, has, on more than one occasion-- run towards danger on his behalf? Why is it that he puts priority on the survival of an alien like him when he's always been so concerned with his own demise?

Deep down, the alien knows. It's another point for the addled confession that Glacius was so sure was just the enchanted tea talking... he flicks his gaze to the clergyman and looks him over for a moment, wondering if he should bring it up. But the might be too complicated a topic for a time when his friend is so clearly exhausted and worn down, and he's still not even sure if the feelings are wanted at all by the human...

Another time, then. The ice alien realizes how long the silence has been stretching between them, so he butts against Carlisle gently, finally deciding that at this point is is easiest to just agree. "And I would choose yours... so you understand, I hope, why I must see to you now. Please tell me anything that could be helpful to you in recovering from this, no matter how big or small, and I will do what I can to provide it."