[Jezebel nods, though he doesn't take the offered arm. After what just happened, he doesn't really want to touch anyone -- and besides, he's already made himself look weak enough. The absolute least he could do was walk on his own and prove himself capable of that much.

He walks out of the tents slower than he would normally, keeping himself at lesser pace to avoid getting disoriented again. His house is further away than Ianchus' is, down a longer stretch of the street.]