He jerks his head up and grits his teeth so he doesn't make a pained sound. Keith. He hadn't heard that tone in his voice before. Not as bad as it sounds right now. Shiro leans back in his chair and glances at his friend. He waits for him to breathe before he answers. "The worst of it is cracked ribs." Hence the joke. Belatedly he realizes how unfunny it is to Keith.

"The rest will slow me down but, I'm still in one piece." They're both still breathing. That's what matters. His own thoughtful look is replaced with something softer. "I know it looks bad. I will be alright. I just have to take it easy and not use magic for a while." He understands the anger.

He'd learned more than enough to know where it comes from. He'll put up with whatever fussing Keith wants to make. "We had to get the king out. and we learned valuable intel that made it worth the risk. The guards are lead by a general. The moment the king escaped they stopped trying to defend against us. He's their target, Keith." Talking hurts. It makes him pause a lot more often than he usually does.

But, he can't keep what they learned to himself.