Still floating happily, not so exhausted that giving him something afterward would end in choking. Excellent. Zevran sets the Cat aside and pulls his own chair close- not touching, but close enough that he is a presence in this floating space of Cade's, voice winding in low praise as he drifts. "You took that so well, I am proud of you for asking for more, for standing against it, for taking it beautifully-"

Nonsense, more or less, just a constant sound to help ground him as he drifts gradually back into his skin.