"Guess that is a bit of a silver lining." Even so it was strange to see Zevran like this, far more used to the elf being a lot more lively. "You know which tent is his right?" he asks, leading them to the door then outside, taking a moment to make sure Zevran was still stable on his feet. He's already dealt with some others that couldn't quite get their thoughts together - if Zevran was that bad he really needed to be in bed.