Despite the icy shell and the injuries, Carlisle remains against Glacius another moment, his fingers curling along the alien's back before he finally pulls himself away. Whatever had been holding his nerves back is quickly deteriorating, crumbling now that he knows his source of stability within Hadriel is still there to catch him, to break his fall. As the dam bursts, the words come pouring out of him.

"No, I—" he starts, his eyes falling as he takes in Glacius' condition. His hands are shaking as he runs them along Glacius' arms. "What- what happened? I- I knew I should call you, I really do, but Emily is gone and every time I thought of using the device to get a hold of you, I wondered if your name would be gone as well, and I couldn't- I couldn't bear the thought of that! She was close to you, and I should have reached out to you, I should have, but I thought of myself first and that's a regrettable choice on my part, but I couldn't take the thought you might not be here, and that the false gods had taken you as they'd taken her, because why would they leave you here with me when they know what misery they could inflict upon a miserable wretch like myself?"

He slows down there. He'd be visibly happier if he weren't so rattled by the sudden relief that washes over him, his apprehension fading, leaving him exhausted from the stress alone.