[Once he has what he needs, he pauses only to build up a fire in the spot set up for it in the treehouse, making sure it's well-stocked and getting hot before returning to Keith. One hand moves underneath his head and lifting it gently so he can push a folded up blanket beneath it. It's not soft like a pillow, but it'll be better than just the floor. Maybe close enough again, he can see the way his face is pinched up, knowing part of it must be pain and figuring there's some guilt there, since-- well. He knows Keith.]
[He doesn't want to wear him out by making him talk, so he just brushes his hand again through his hair, soothing and soft. It's okay... He's going to make sure you're okay.]
Keith... You can't stay in these clothes. [You need to dry them off.]
[He's not waiting to try to have Keith sit up to do it, instead taking his wrists gently and pulling his arms up over his head for him, then reaching to grab at the hem of his shirt, lifting it carefully. He knows the injury was in his leg, but he also knows how pain can spike through the whole body when it's an attack like this, so he moves carefully through it all-- his focus on getting Keith comfortable enough that the actual actions he's doing don't catch up to him just yet.]