Luckily the tarp's water has gotten warm. Cold water on burned skin - and he does have an all over burn - can quickly cause frostbite. And deep frostbite on top of heat exhaustion and burns was not a thing he wanted or needed to deal with.

Not that he notices at first. Tarkin and some of the other officers spoke of hunting. Field dressing their kills. But they hadn't hunted for food. A small boy on Tatooine once had, household pests and scurriers were common and the occasional faybo, gorg, tatoo-rat, womp rats, and womp weasel. Shmi and Anakin hadn't tanned the skins but traded them. Some to slaves who did tan, some to others for food. He knew how to skin and could do it. Even the heat, the prickles and burn in his mouth was familiar.

Tech's voice gets through the thick blanket off memory, bringing him back to his pounding head and cramping body. He scrambled to get to his knees, arms clearly not working right, but he can heave himself to his knees. It takes concentration to call on the Force to get to his feet. Even still. He weaved while standing.

Tech's got him covered. It's fine.