[Don't make that face... Keith expected the question eventually, though, sighing out somewhat resigned, with his lips pressing together thinly as he gives his leg a wry glance down. Hurting, probably swollen, but he's just. been ignoring it, the pain not yet past his ridiculous threshold to mind it given the situation. Hanging in there, anyway.]
... It's fine. [He tries to say it gently, not dismissing, knowing Shiro can read him by his expression enough that shrugging it off wouldn't fly.] Not the best it could be, but I'm still okay.