[Was about to explain how it was his fault, actually, because of course he was-- but Keith's sudden lack of sense is. incredibly alarming to him. ffff, the fever's must be much worse than it seems. He folds the blanket down a little over his chest so he can cool a little. Maybe he can get him to drink some water... or wet a cloth for his forehead... he wishes he could do about twenty things at once all without having to leave Keith's side.]
I'm safe. I'm here with you, after all, and I'm not going anywhere. [He tries to keep his voice calm, soothing-- not wanting to alarm him if he's like this, although his face betrays his worry.] The fire's in the grate, Keith. It won't spread.