Caesar doesn't quite understand the words, but he knows the look in Zaknafein's eyes well enough--the look of a parent or a brother or even a lover. Caesar doesn't know which yet. The protectiveness and the older look to the elf still awake makes Caesar assume some sort of family resemblance. They do have some similarities.

Of course, he doesn't know anything about their genetics. And it's quite possible for older and younger men to be in love with each other. So really, assuming they're related outright is kind of ageist. Oh, well. Caesar will eventually figure out which it is eventually.

Caesar pauses, not sure what to do next. Ah. There's. Really. Nothing he can do except wait at this point. He could try scanning him with the portable scanner, but who knows if that would even work. At a loss, Caesar scratches his head.

"Ah!" Well, it's stupid, but it's a thing. "Hold on."

The scientist reached up to the top of the bed, grabbed a pillow, and gently eased Drizzt's head up to stick it under the back of it.

"... I'm afraid he's sitting on the blanket."