[Keith remains silent as she casts her spells, not wanting to break her concentration. He pulls a bottle from his pack with one hand. Sven had been generous enough to buy them some ethers when he finally got out of him that Shiro... likely wouldn't be in the best of shape when he returned. He hates that he's right, but all the same. He's glad one of them can do something to help.
He holds the bottle out to her, gaze not leaving Shiro's face - hoping Shiro would show some signs of awareness - when he notices she's had to stop. Fingertips move to over the carotid artery to check his pulse. This would be so much easier if their suits would work like they were supposed to. He could have his vitals on a holographic screen instead of having to rely on old training he had in the Garrison.]
Breathing is less shallow. Pulse is weak, but steady.
[Yet those would only do so much and he knows it. Right now, it's more up to how much fight Takashi has in him.]
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He holds the bottle out to her, gaze not leaving Shiro's face - hoping Shiro would show some signs of awareness - when he notices she's had to stop. Fingertips move to over the carotid artery to check his pulse. This would be so much easier if their suits would work like they were supposed to. He could have his vitals on a holographic screen instead of having to rely on old training he had in the Garrison.]
Breathing is less shallow. Pulse is weak, but steady.
[Yet those would only do so much and he knows it. Right now, it's more up to how much fight Takashi has in him.]