As much as he would hate to admit it, Zabuza was at the mercy of this stranger. There would be no way to defend himself should the frail looking being choose to set upon him. His breath sawed out over his teeth, puffs of white that disappeared into the air. If the creature intended to do him harm, he likely would have done so already. Either he was genuine, or he had much darker intentions that he could not guess.

"And you are simply offering me help?" He grunted out, "Fine."

He drew himself onto all fours, clawed fingers splayed over the icy ground, as he didn't think he could stand in his state, tipping his head for the other to guide him.