They're talking and joking with each other, it seems. A good sign, despite the injury. Caesar can feel the tension starting to leave the room. It isn't long before the lesser injured elf starts to ramp it back up, though, as he helps the other remove his clothing, and all of them get a good look at the wound. It's.. bad. The expression that Drizzt fixes on Caesar's face quite clearly says help him, please!

Caesar gives them both a reassuring smile, putting the first aid kit on the bed in front of Zaknafein before sitting next to his injured side. He's trying to act like he knows what he's doing, but he's a little nervous himself. He knows the general knowledge necessary for closing up a wound like this, as long as the thing hasn't managed to pierce anything critical. By Caesar's estimation, and a quick few calculations in his head to judge the angle, it likely hasn't. If the human comparison holds, anyway.

He gets a disinfectant wipe and cleans his hands quickly, then puts on some gloves. Caesar gets a large package of gaze and rips it open. With a nod to Zaknafein, looking into his eyes, Caesar reaches over and starts wiping up some of the blood.

"Just be glad you're not a vampire," Caesar jokes weakly, knowing neither of them will understand a single word. "You'd be dead."