Luke definitely wasn't used to this. Even after getting the hell beat out of him by a wampa and left hanging for who knew how many hours in a frigid cold ice cavern, he still had the strength to trudge through to snow until the freezing temperatures got to be too much for him. Feeling this weak out of the blue was leaving him at a loss.

He let out a grateful noise as he was helped onto the bed, collapsing on it like he couldn't support his own weight at all. His legs were starting to hurt, his skin starting to itch everywhere, and he let out another whimper as he struggled not to scratch at himself.

Please hurry, strange spider person.