[Carlisle laughs nervously to himself -- Glacius did just say that, didn't he? Perhaps he would have realized, had he not been thinking about that scar and whatnot; however, he didn't, so he turns just a hair red as the alien puts a hand to his back. He takes comfort in that contact, knowing he wouldn't have it if Glacius had succumb to his infection.]

I'm well enough, thanks to your diligence. [Diligence that caused him suffering.] It is thankfully not the magical exhaustion that lasts so long as the stiffness in my limbs, but even that is better with every day that passes.