Glacius flicks his eyes down to look at himself and gives a small grunt. Carlisle does technically have a point--he's an utter mess. He didn't so much as wipe off any of the blood that has now frozen to his icy skin, which is still cracked in various places. But the worst of his wounds have been healed... he may be hurting still, and he may be utterly worn down, but he is going to live. As far as he's concerned, his friend's condition is far more concerning.

Of course, he has no idea of the complications from that filthy vine that are festering within him even now--complications that will only get worse the more he pushes himself. For now, he can get away with acting like this.

"I will make sure that you... actually remain undisturbed this time," Glacius grits out, trying not to get dragged down by his previous failure. "But are you sure there is nothing else you need? You have water... what about food, to help restore some of your energy... or any painkillers? Please spent a moment to actually think about my request, Carlisle. It is important." He does look stiff, but perhaps that is just the complete lack of energy rearing its head.