[Shiro wasn't the only one worried, though Keith was more worried about Shiro than himself at the moment.]
Yeah, probably. [His tone was wry, since waiting had never been a strong point for Keith. He eased Shiro's arm over his shoulders to help him stand, having switched to holding his bayard in his left hand, and then started out once they were ready.
With them this close to each other, though, Keith couldn't exactly deny any of his injuries that Shiro might notice, including the fact that he was limping. At least some of the blood around his waist was his own, coming from a nasty gash on his side, just above his belt. He'd been pushing himself pretty hard, but wasn't giving up, yet.]
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Yeah, probably. [His tone was wry, since waiting had never been a strong point for Keith. He eased Shiro's arm over his shoulders to help him stand, having switched to holding his bayard in his left hand, and then started out once they were ready.
With them this close to each other, though, Keith couldn't exactly deny any of his injuries that Shiro might notice, including the fact that he was limping. At least some of the blood around his waist was his own, coming from a nasty gash on his side, just above his belt. He'd been pushing himself pretty hard, but wasn't giving up, yet.]