The wizard sure looks happy, which he can only take as a sign that things are going well. Or at least, in the direction the human wanted them to go in.

Zaknafein's anxiety continues, if only because he's standing around doing nothing while his son could very well be fighting for his life. The most he can do is try to take heart in the fact that Drizzt is strong, that he trained him well and can hold his own.

"It will not be much longer, my son." He murmurs under his breathe staring at the scorched wall as though he could make the portal open through the force of his will alone. He will save his son, or die trying.

Looking down at the burned, bisected body on the floor and gets an idea. Taking it by the arm, he shifts it around to make it easier to grab and throw through the portal as a distraction should he need it.