"Yeah, I bet. But hopefully we can get you mended up today." A frown, but he seems at least mildly soothed by Shiro mentioning the healers. Good. That's a start. The sooner the other man is back on his feet, the better. By far. This time Keith reaches for the pills without argument and with a quiet murmured thanks, swallowing a dose and passing both water and the closed container back to Shiro to set aside once more before flopping his head back down on the pillow.

An eyebrow lifts at the phrasing of that. A little bit, huh? If Shiro's willing to take even a little more rest, isn't that a victory? It feels like a victory, and if it happens to come with lingering here, warm and comfortable, a short while longer, then Keith finds it increasingly hard to find any argument against it.

"In a little bit."