[He's been back on his feet more than not as the days went on, but it's still strange to find that it doesn't hurt or strain to move tonight, when the walk along the path to the ballroom is so... pleasant. Each step is easy, enough that even Keith's usual wariness becomes more of a curiosity, instincts attuned with the calm. Maybe a little awkward as his hair tied back and the fancy clothes feel, the red is at least a comfortable enough color.
Then, of course, there's Shiro and he kind of can't help but linger just at the entrance to the balcony, leaning on the frame and watching him from behind. No one mind Keith and his stupid openly affectionate face. It's once Shiro's by himself a little while after that he speaks up.]