Will gently toed away some of the snow invading the cabin before turning to see how far the other man had made it. Not very far at all before he had buckled and collapsed, evidently. Hardly a good sign, and concern spread across Will's face. He would greatly prefer it if he didn't have to be stuck with a corpse for the next... however long it took for the snowstorm to blow over. And if it was within his power to help the stranger, Will would put his all into it, even if the man wasn't a stray to collect and wash down and give shelter to. Not really.

He set aside the steel poker, leaning it against the wall before he knelt down next to the man, offering an arm and a shoulder. "Up you get. I'm not quite sure I can carry you very far," he confessed, intending to haul him back onto his feet. Carrying a grown man might be slightly undignified, anyway. Talking to him would hopefully also help, in case he had any intention of suddenly losing consciousness.