Glacius suppresses a snort. Given Carlisle's usual level of trust in himself, that doesn't quite come across as a bid of confidence in his abilities.
"We can watch each other," the alien decides, given that he's not going to be straying far from the clergyman's room until he's managed to recover. "Now... I shall do as you ask."
With that he rises from the chair--swaying once as he gets up, he's more tired than he thought--and heads into the other rooms to gather up some things. The tea kettle gets put on to boil while he draws up the required glyph, sets it aside, then scrounges around in the kitchen for a slice of the bread that they made together everything went to hell, as well as a few other bits of foods that his friend has expressed preference for. When that's all done he gathers up some of the leaves that Carlisle has allotted for this particular brew, pulls their various barbs off, then finishes up with the tea and takes everything back into the clergyman's bedroom with him--snatching up some washcloths and one of the books that the human seems to enjoy reading from on his way in.
That's how he enters the room--tea and one hand and small plate of food in the other, washcloths draped over his arm and the book tucked underneath it. Once he's back at Carlisle's side he sets everything out--perhaps the one good thing about the lamp getting knocked to the floor is that it means there's more space on the furniture by the bedside. When his arms are free he picks up the mug of tea, holding that out to the clergyman.
"Here you are. It is enchanted, but ah... not as strongly as that--" slight cough, "--one time." As much as he would vastly prefer to see a blissful smile on his friend's face, he's not sure he could drug him again in good conscience, not unless he starts misbehaving and exacerbating his condition. "I also brought some food and reading material for later, should you need either of those things. Do whatever you will... I need to make myself a bit more... ehm, presentable."
Which would be why he brought all those washcloths in. The alien picks up the first one and straightens up, allowing his icy layer to liquefy partially so that some of the frozen blood can run off. It all gets dabbed up by the absorbent fabric... he didn't really bring in enough to completely clean himself, and this would be much easier if he could just hop in the shower and reconstitute his skin that way... but he doesn't want to leave Carlisle's side for so long when he's so vulnerable, and this at least allows the human to look out for him as he'd wanted to do.
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"We can watch each other," the alien decides, given that he's not going to be straying far from the clergyman's room until he's managed to recover. "Now... I shall do as you ask."
With that he rises from the chair--swaying once as he gets up, he's more tired than he thought--and heads into the other rooms to gather up some things. The tea kettle gets put on to boil while he draws up the required glyph, sets it aside, then scrounges around in the kitchen for a slice of the bread that they made together everything went to hell, as well as a few other bits of foods that his friend has expressed preference for. When that's all done he gathers up some of the leaves that Carlisle has allotted for this particular brew, pulls their various barbs off, then finishes up with the tea and takes everything back into the clergyman's bedroom with him--snatching up some washcloths and one of the books that the human seems to enjoy reading from on his way in.
That's how he enters the room--tea and one hand and small plate of food in the other, washcloths draped over his arm and the book tucked underneath it. Once he's back at Carlisle's side he sets everything out--perhaps the one good thing about the lamp getting knocked to the floor is that it means there's more space on the furniture by the bedside. When his arms are free he picks up the mug of tea, holding that out to the clergyman.
"Here you are. It is enchanted, but ah... not as strongly as that--" slight cough, "--one time." As much as he would vastly prefer to see a blissful smile on his friend's face, he's not sure he could drug him again in good conscience, not unless he starts misbehaving and exacerbating his condition. "I also brought some food and reading material for later, should you need either of those things. Do whatever you will... I need to make myself a bit more... ehm, presentable."
Which would be why he brought all those washcloths in. The alien picks up the first one and straightens up, allowing his icy layer to liquefy partially so that some of the frozen blood can run off. It all gets dabbed up by the absorbent fabric... he didn't really bring in enough to completely clean himself, and this would be much easier if he could just hop in the shower and reconstitute his skin that way... but he doesn't want to leave Carlisle's side for so long when he's so vulnerable, and this at least allows the human to look out for him as he'd wanted to do.