[Seeing where Shiro's hand lingers mid-reach, and the shakiness of it, Keith doesn't really hesitate when he moves one of his arms from around him just so he can take his hand and hold on to it, giving a gentle squeeze. Hey. It's okay.]
I get it. We'll... figure that out too. [He whispers softly, a touch of uncertainty there but in that same reassurance still, gentle, not pushing. He's... not sure if it'll throw Shiro off more or not, to point out the changes to his appearance right away, so he doesn't yet, but his eyes drift over him a little in quiet wonder anyway.] Something must've happened, after. Or maybe here.