"... Can it even be cured?" Glacius asks, wondering if this is something in his power to do that he's failed to achieve for his partner so far. That thought piggybacks off another, and he props himself up slightly, the better to look down into Carlisle's eyes as they talk. With his face in full view, the alien seems more concerned than anything, and only confused by his partner's laughter--as usually he's taking everything about the clergyman's condition utterly seriously, especially if this aspect of it is something he could actually fix.

"... What was that, anyways? I... I couldn't understand you at all. You never even told me that could happen."