[Lets his hand linger a moment longer than strictly necessary before drawing back, his smile fond but sad. Maybe if he'd have been paying attention earlier, or thought better of it, this never would have happened to Keith at all... With a quiet moment just to breathe, he's getting hit by such thoughts in addition to that suffocating fear he felt earlier, at that very real possibility that Keith could have died.]
[...] [To steady his hands, he reaches out and pets the wolf for a moment, too, as he curls up with Keith.]
If anything changes with him, get me, okay? [He says it quietly, not wanting to disturb Keith.]
[And with that, he slowly draws away from him. He sticks in the place for now, setting out Keith's clothes by the fire to dry, setting some water to boil, etc. He's planning to head out and see what the medicine situation's like, and check on everyone else soon. For now, maybe part of him is afraid to leave Keith's side entirely.]