[... Manages to nod, slowly settling down again. He accepts those words from the way Shiro speaks, how he assures him, even as Keith's eyes shift across the room uncertainly. He still sees it, fire that seems to crawl up the walls even though it isn't really there, turning into other shapes rather than burning--nothing that makes sense. After a few shaky breaths to regain some control of himself, his eyes lift back up to him. Almost helplessly, out of it as he is, he breathes out a raspy laugh.]
Had to try? [That's how it felt, ha. More serious, quieter, he goes on.] I trust you. I trust you, Shiro.
I don't know why I'm... [Even a strong fever wouldn't hit this strongly, would it?]