With Drizzt on the bed again, Caesar finally takes his first good look at the young drow elf. He's breathing shallowly, and Caesar feels for his pulse on his neck, glad to find it where he thinks it would be. It doesn't feel quite... right, but Caesar has no idea what his pulse is actually supposed to be.

He tries to take off the armor again, only to wince and jerk his hands back as he touches a hot spot. Caesar stares for a moment, then tries to get the armor off as quickly as possible, trying to avoid spots that feel too warm. He hadn't noticed sooner, but now that he has--

"This needs to be off, now!" Caesar raises his voice to Zaknafein, hoping that his actions are alone enough to indicate the type of help that Caesar needs.