Carlisle, doesn't mind the silence -- it gives him time to think and just enjoy Glacius' company, something he feels he's earned with the alien's survival. At least there's something he can be proud of. He basks in the warmth from his chest, a blessing when he feels so undeniably cold from his exhaustion.

"I just need rest," he reassures Glacius. "You should find some yourself, my friend. You are in no condition to be waiting by my bedside."