Zaknafein continues to look on with an ever growing feeling of helplessness. What he knows of magic is so far removed from anything the sees here, so he couldn't even begin to help even if the wizard could explain to him what he needed.
As much as he's trying to trust the man, there's a heavily paranoid part of him that can't let go of that ingrained anxiety and expectation of betrayal. It keeps rising and waning, but he has enough hope to keep it from becoming overpowering.
Even if it did, what good would it do him? He would never get back without Caesar's help.
So he does his best to stay out of the way, but watches carefully everything that's going on.
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As much as he's trying to trust the man, there's a heavily paranoid part of him that can't let go of that ingrained anxiety and expectation of betrayal. It keeps rising and waning, but he has enough hope to keep it from becoming overpowering.
Even if it did, what good would it do him? He would never get back without Caesar's help.
So he does his best to stay out of the way, but watches carefully everything that's going on.