[ He supposes there's no real reason for him to keep standing around in full Paladin armour minus his helmet- it looks a little silly, anyway. Not that the space suit underneath is going to be much better, but at least it's... well, somewhat more modest. Kind of.

Stepping away from the bed, Keith began dismantling the pieces of plate with a sigh, while Kosmo hopped up on the bed beside Maria, already folding his paws over themselves and dropping his head down, making himself comfortable with the flick of one dark ear. Pulling the breastplate over his head, Keith paused at the question, looking at her for a moment, before giving a somewhat stiff shrug of his shoulders. ]

As well as I could hope for I guess. The witches here did a pretty good job mending the worst of it. Just sore, now. And tired. [ Keith wasn't one to tell all about what ailed him, though. He was probably still a little concussed, but he wasn't going to worry about it, so why should anyone else? ] I've had worse.