[Shiro steps back, shaking his head. Trying not to look at those bruises. Trying not to think about the dull thud of his hand - this hand meeting with Keith's skin in all the wrong ways. It's the first time he's very suddenly, viciously glad that Keith took the Galra arm off. That one always has hit harder. It's not anything less than what he deserved.]

You aren't out of the woods yet. We'll need to monitor that fever. Best thing for you now is just to rest and keep your fluid intake up.

[He leaves the flight suit where it is - the servitor bots can handle it - and helps Keith back to his feet. This time, instead of the couch, he leads him back to what must have been the master bedroom. The last time they saw it, it was dusty and covered in neatly folded sheets. Now it's been aired out, made properly, and it looks soft and inviting enough. Shiro sets him down on the edge of it and peels the covers back to gesture him in.]

Any special requests? Maybe I can find some tea.