Raju huffs in amusement at the temper but absently, listening, preparing himself, swinging in exactly the right way and landing on a pile of ice on what had sounded like the side of this thing Francis wasn't. Between his shoes and what the shoes would be landing on there's no chance he would stay on his feet even if he'd tried to land that way so he tucks himself up as well as he can, bruises his shins and maybe his forearms, rolls as much as the little space allows and then climbs to his knees, trying to see the extent of the problem now that he's closer to it. How much ice, how much snow, whether he can see Francis underneath it.

Still, though, it's important: keep him talking. Especially while neither of them is sure whether there's an injury yet. "Have you thought about building it further from the trees?" he asks, sounding almost casual as he looks for the best place to start and grabs a chunk of ice to move. It hurts to touch it, the cold stabbing its little knives into his skin and the joints of his fingers, but he doesn't stop long enough to put the mittens on. "Or better, sleeping somewhere with a fireplace?"