Zaknafein is not free from his demons, or that dark pit that had caused him to pull so far away from Jarlaxle in the first place, to put up a nearly impenetrable wall between him and all others. Drizzt had begun to pull him out all those years ago in Menzoberranzan, and the more he's around these surface folk, around Elphaba, the more free of it he fills. He still has a long road to travel, but he's not alone in it anymore.

So Jarlaxle will be able to see more of Zaknafein in his eyes and smile than has been there in centuries. The former weapons master lifts a hand to rest over the one on his shoulder, but then he surges forward to pull the other drow into a tight embrace.

"I am sorry." He says, still after all this time blaming himself for what happened between them. "For everything."