Allura speaks, and Keith turns towards the voice, as best he can. For the most part his expression is composed. He's not panicking at least. He might be too tired to panic, too exhausted by everything that's come before this.

But something in him eases ever so slightly when that hand sets against his arm, his grip on the door frame loosening. His gaze is aimed in her general direction, but he looks past her, eyes not quite focused. He takes a moment, takes a breath, before he shakes his head.

"Not a thing. Everything is dark." His voice barely shakes as he reaches a hand up, blindly seeking out her arm in turn.