"Okay..." Keith leaned forward. putting his hands on his knees. "Yeah. Good idea..." He couldn't argue. He could walk, but it would be slow-going. Add the fact that, between his ankle and the concussion, his balance was way off. He was likely to stumble or fall and just potentially make everything worse.

He pulled out his com to make the call.

"Are you hurt at all?" Yes, he was concerned about Sephiroth, even in his own condition.