[Shiro returns the grip, his own fingers wrapping around Keith's forearm in response and he holds it. Keith is one of his people, one of the closest he has and he doesn't think he could do this as completely as he needs to if his friend wasn't there with him. His smile is soft and real and his fingers give a light squeeze before he lets go.]

You'll be all right. [He agrees, believing it completely. And then he points to the food bar with a tip of his chin before turning to head for the door.] Eat something. Drink something. Wash up. We've got training for the team in an hour. I'm not going to go easy on them. They're going to need you.

[He paused at the door, turned his head to look back at Keith.] You'll be there?