"Ya think?" He muttered grumpily at the Peter-like woman coming into the room. That was way too cheery a tone to be using right now. If he could help it, he would've refused her help on principle. As it was though..

He groans as he's hoisted up. His legs only barely hold him as he moves with her help back to the bed. Instead of laying down though, he remains sitting on the edge and looks at her. "What's with all the war paint?" Or some people might've gone with 'thank you'.