Zaknafein isn't worried about himself. He's not even thinking about injury or pain, or what could have embedded itself into his armor or worse. They don't exist for him right now, especially not when he hears Drizzt groaning.

Shoving the bed aside to give them more room to maneuver, he concedes at least for the moment to allow the human to help him lift his son back up on to the bed. From there he started to feel more than a little helpless. He'd spent his life ending lives, not saving them. No matter how desperately he may want to, he knows that he can't help Drizzt with force of will alone.

He remains close, hovering, but at least having the presence of mind to keep to the side of the bed Caesar isn't trying to work from. All he can do is watch and hope. Zaknafein doesn't pray. He doesn't have anyone he'd be willing to pray to, but he has faith in Drizzt, knowing that his son is strong. It'll take more than this to bring him down, surely.

As time goes on he can feel a throbbing in his side start to become more persistent, but he says nothing. He doesn't even look at the could be wound for fear of distracting the other man from doing his job.