The throbbing in his side is starting to become an actual pain now that his adrenaline (adren-elf-in?) starts to ebb away. But then Drizzt is groaning, barely speaking, and his attention moves immediately back to the boy in the bed.

"Drizzt?" He moves in closer again, heart thudding hard in his chest but swelling with emotion when he hears those small, soft words. Whatever pain he's feeling is easily brushed aside as he reaches out hesitantly, pausing as though not exactly sure what to do or even if he should, but then he touches Drizzt's face with his fingertips, brushing pale, white hair away from his eyes.

"I am here." Zak's voice is tight, relief finally washing over him. "You are safe now, my son."

And no one will ever hurt him again if Zaknafein gets his way.