Zaknafein is making the biggest gamble of his long and wretched life in his decision to trust the human. He'd once scoffed at the idea of going to the surface, but no longer do they even have the choice. They couldn't escape into the Underdark now, not like this. Drizzt is strong, and he knows that, he trusts in that, but he doesn't know the extent of the boy's injuries and he will not risk his life.

Yet that may be exactly what he's doing. He can only view his own plea for help as a clear act of weakness, a frail and tattered hope.

Then Caesar was there, and despite being the one to ask for help, Zak instinctively tightens his hold protectively around Drizzt's body. He forces himself to relax again a moment later, understanding well enough what the wizard is trying to say and immediately hoists the smaller drow's body. Elves weigh little in comparison to humans, so he ends up shifting the boy into his own arms and gestures with his head for Caesar to lead the way.

Back again in the other room with the strange smelling air, he spins in a frustrated circle as he looks with more purpose, finally rushing over to rest him down on the nearby bed. It's obvious that Zaknafein holds a great deal of love for the other drow, eyes glassy with unshed tears.