Glacius finds himself taken aback when Carlisle looks up to him and he sees the ink trailing from his eyes; his head lifts up suddenly, his eyes go wide. It's always unsettling and heartbreaking to actually be witness to this process of degradation, to see just now tenuous his partner's grip can be not just on his health but on himself. At least he's here in the middle of it, though, and not coming upon the clergyman after the symptoms have already set in from some time; it means he can work to halt this downward spiral, and hopefully hoist him back up onto solid ground.

So he does not leave, as Carlisle suggests he should--he does not even consider it. Instead he embraces the human when he curls tightly against his middle, his icy skin rippling and pulling back to allow his partner a place where he can nestle up safely and comfortably. "No, I shouldn't, and I won't. I'm going to stay right here until this passes--until I can figure out how to help you calm down. Because I know you can. I know you can control this. Carlisle--" Glacius paused only briefly to hold him tighter, curling around the clergyman as best as he can, "--You're going to be alright. I believe in you."