Semi-isolation serves a dual purpose. It's not out of the realm of possibility for a traumatized person to lash out, and having seen what Kael is capable of doing to goblins and gnolls, Zevlor would rather he not do it to anyone else. No matter how you slice it, this is a large, powerfully-built person. That doesn't mean he hasn't been through horrible things on his own account, or exempt him from compassion, but it does make caution a good idea. If Zevlor has his way, the two of them will stay apart from the rest of the party for the duration. And that's fine. Honestly, he doesn't feel much like celebrating, himself.

There is a long, long way left to go before they can relax.

He moves a little further in front of Kael, making sure he's well within his line of vision, before offering his hand, as if for an armclasp. He's hoping touch, connection, will be reassuring, while being keenly aware just grabbing the drow is a terrible idea. "Hold my hand for a moment. See if that soothes at all."

"You're in pain frequently, aren't you? Gale mentioned you have headaches on the regular. It's hard to know if that sort of thing is tension, old wounds making themselves known, or some other kind of ailment." Presumably not the tadpoles, no one else complains of pain, only the squirming which sounds equally godawful to Zevlor.