"I don't?" Glacius sounds genuinely confused for a moment, before he looks down at himself and seems to realize that he's still inert. Well... dammit. Maybe this is slightly more than a minor setback. He struggles weakly again, managing to at least flop partway over onto his side, and then gives off a quiet series of lamenting clicks when he realizes just how much that tiny bit of movement took out of him. From his awkward position in the grass, his green eye flicks back to regard Rey, looking uneasy.

"If I... ask for your help... you have to promise you're not going try and lock me up somewhere." Never mind the fact that if that was her goal, she likely would have done it already, rather than waking him up and conversing with him. Old experiences have some fears ingrained into him, but maybe letting himself accept help from someone will aid in beginning to break down those barriers.