[His expression splinters even more for a moment, like he wants to protest, like he wants to shake his head-- and his hand shifts as if to touch his cheek again, before he draws it back again. It's still way too warm to touch his skin without hurting him. So, instead, he leans down, pressing his forehead to his gently, as if afraid that any touch is going to hurt him.]
It's-- Of course. [There's not even a question that he'd help you, that he'd do whatever he could to protect you.]
[Distantly, he thinks that this can't be the only creature like this-- thinks that he should probably warn the others, or something but... right now, in this moment, there's only Keith. He's all that matters. And with the adrenaline wearing down, he's seized by that cold wave of 'what if' scenarios, how easily it could have been that Keith didn't wake up.]
[His breath comes out wobbly, clenching his eyes shut as he just-- keeps his forehead to Keith's, trying to not visibly shake with that underlying terror. It almost threatens to overwhelm him until he forcefully squashes it down. This isn't about him. It's about Keith. It's about making sure he's okay.]
... I'm not going to let anything else happen to you, Keith. [He'll do whatever it takes.]