The click of the lock is a deafening sound to one so constantly on-edge as Cade, and he immediately glances toward the door on the opposite side of the tower, and then to the crumbling stairs, as though they would offer any escape. Heart suddenly hammering in his chest, he slowly stands, back to the wall, blanket still around his shoulders, cringing preemptively as he awaits the attack.

"...yes," he says faintly, watching Zevran's hands and giving an involuntary wince. The elf is considerably smaller than he is, but he knows better than to think that will matter.