"And you, to I," Glacius responds, his own fingers tightening back against Carlisle's. Again he has that niggling little feeling, wondering if the clergyman will mention that feeling that he brought up not all that long ago--the one good thing to come out of that pain-filled night. But he doesn't, and the alien isn't sure if he should either, so he simply gives a tentative littke smile and continues to sit there.

"Speaking of that healing expertise," the otherworldly being pipes up again, "I, ah... I don't know if I properly expressed my appreciation to you for... healing me last night. I remember being run completely through, but there's... not a trace of that terrible wound... so thank you, Carlisle, for ensuring my survival as you have always done. Your talents are as amazing as always..." He just wishes he didn't have to put himself through so much to do it, but they've already talked about the guilt and shame. Right now, he'd like to focus on the good feelings, the deep appreciation for the human that always seems to well up in his chest, even when everything else seems grim.