Drizzt lets out a bit of a laugh as he is shoved, smiling at his father. This is perhaps the first time he's seen his father so... relaxed. Even at the training hall earlier in the day, when he revealed himself to Drizzt as his father, he had never truly relaxed. There's still an edge of readiness now, but it's more muted than Drizzt has ever seen.
"If we are truly out of Menzoberranzan, then that is all that matters," Drizzt still smiled, not a hint of a joke behind his words.
The levity doesn't last for long, though--not for Drizzt. He helps his father with his armor and, if necessary, his shirt. It isn't long before he's grown grim, looking increasingly worried as he notices the blood. He's still dizzy himself, but it is his father that is the one in danger. The wound does not seem to be mortal from the way Zaknafein acts, but Drizzt stares at it for a long moment before looking up at Caesar with a pleading expression.
He's still scared, only able to control it because of his father's calm.
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"If we are truly out of Menzoberranzan, then that is all that matters," Drizzt still smiled, not a hint of a joke behind his words.
The levity doesn't last for long, though--not for Drizzt. He helps his father with his armor and, if necessary, his shirt. It isn't long before he's grown grim, looking increasingly worried as he notices the blood. He's still dizzy himself, but it is his father that is the one in danger. The wound does not seem to be mortal from the way Zaknafein acts, but Drizzt stares at it for a long moment before looking up at Caesar with a pleading expression.
He's still scared, only able to control it because of his father's calm.