Predictably, Cade decides to take it and go home. For now, at least. Zevran has made it clear that he will be expected back tomorrow, and he is not so bold as to directly ignore that, Especially not after what has transpired tonight. There's... leverage now.

He nods and rises slowly to his feet, wincing in pain as the skin on his back protests once more. Then, in spite of it-- ever the soldier-- he slips his shirt on, his face screwing up in repressed anguish as he allows it to settle. Then, of course, he shrugs on his doublet and begins to lace it up, eyes swimming with tears. Even with the healing potion, this is pretty intense.

Finally, he decides he's embarrassed himself enough. "...goodnight," he says quietly as he turns to go, casting a wary glance over his shoulder. Zevran might be angry. Cade's not sure whether he should care or not, but when in doubt, he always does.