"I mean it, Keith. No risky behavior. You're one of our few fliers. You're needed more than ever." He moves his pillow with only a wince at the pain. Keith had flat out lied in a way he's pretty sure was meant to make him feel better.

It doesn't. He gives him his flat stare to back up his statement and finally shuts his eyes. "I'll be back up on my feet as soon as the healers get my ribs fixed." He murmurs. He feels so drained. The demand of shifting isn't usually this bad. It has to be using the lasers and getting hurt.

Doesn't mean he has to like it.