Dean blinks at the light, letting his eyes adjust slowly. Unable to see clearly, he follows the tug of the leash, allowing Thrawn to guide him without question. His legs wobble a little when he moves, but otherwise he's alright. A rest sounds really good, though.

He nods as they step into the tent and he looks around. Still a little breathless, he answers, "I could use a breather."

He doesn't move to sit down yet, still waiting for permission.