Zaknafein watches his son's face as Caesar goes about doing what he needs doing. He understands enough about basic aide and anatomy that if he sees the human floundering or checking in the wrong areas he'd be able to help out, but they seem to be similar enough that his help isn't needed. His own heart is thundering in his chest.

The weapon's master has never known a fear to run so deep that it makes everything feel hot and raw. He'd never known it possible to be so affected by another person until his boy came into his life. In this moment it makes him feel terribly weak. If he lost Drizzt, he didn't know how he could go on, or what worth his life could possibly have.

He's pulled out of his thoughts when Caesar reacts as though he's been injured. At first he seems taken aback by it, but then moves swiftly when he figures out what needs to be done. Zak knows how the armor is worn, so he makes quick work of the clasps so it can be easily pulled away. The throbbing in his side is starting to become hot, and his winces harshly himself when he turns to quickly, but he ignores it in favor of the task at hand.