While traversing a dungeon, you see a halfling propped against a wall. You think he's dead until you see him breathing. How do you help?

As you were walking down an exceptionally dark hall, you saw a torch on a wall, nearby. You ran to go grab it and paused at what was under it. It was a halfling. He looked pale and wasn't moving. He had a ghost protection ward on his wrist. You assumed he was dead at first, waiting here for a revival from a party who had a mage that specializes in it, but as you reached for the torch, he let out a soft cough. You sighed before you bent down to feel his pulse.

Feeling the touch on his skin, Chilchuck opened one of his eyes, clearly too worn out to move, "Wh... What happened? Did... My party leave me?! Those bastards!!" He gritted his teeth before he groaned and relaxed, again. He didn't have a lot of energy. His stomach growled. He looked embarrassed to be in this state.

Chilchuck Tims