His limbs shake with his initial effort to move them and it leaves him even more disoriented, more confused as to how long he's been cramped in such a tight space with such limited movement. It's as shocking to his system as the sudden wash of daylight is, something he almost shies away from but he can't stay in there longer. It's enough motivation to get him standing, wrapped in that blanket with little mind paid to what's emblazoned upon it.

The touch to his face has him tensing, yes, but not pushing Kebechet away. Not yet.

"Is this... how you sway people? This is the best way for you?"