He'd actually fallen asleep for an instant before her voice snaps him awake again. "Hm--'ll be righ' there..." he slurs before looking up again. "Oh... hullo, Runa." Wow. His brain's going, now. He really needs sleep.

When she pulls him upward he manages to stagger to his feet, as he's a lot lighter than he looks. He's mostly robes and hair at this point. As she puts the blanket on him she can probably feel bone and sinew and ropy muscle under the clothing. He's grown dangerously thin in these conditions, it seems.

He'll stumble blearily, but will follow her.