"Of course, Carlisle," the ice alien responds--and with that he's carefully scooping the human up in his arms again, not wanting him to have to feel like he has to walk when he's likely worn down by the effects of his curse.

It isn't until they're back in Carlisle's room that the alien sets him down--and even then, it's on the bed, so the amount of moving the clergyman has to do is minimal. After that, Glacius clambers up besides him; though he'd entertained the idea of going to clean up the bathroom, he'd much rather stay by Carlisle's side... and he likes to think he's learned his partner well enough by this point to know that is what he would prefer, as well. The ice alien starts to lay down on his side--careful as always to avoid getting his various spikes tangled in the sheets--then a thought occurs to him.

"Would you like me to turn off the lights, and use my Mote for local illumination..? Do you think it would help if you couldn't see these apparitions, or would that only make it worse?"