Raju looks up again, sighs, looks back down to watch his hands. "We'll have to. That way, I think." He nods in the direction, finishes untying the blanket, flings it around Francis' shoulders and begins wrapping it loosely around him in quick, efficient movements. Speed above thoroughness; they can adjust the fit of it to keep more cold out once they're moving toward the cabin.
"Everything's piled up more there, and the wall is cracked above it, see? I can push our way out from on top of the pile." Nevermind what he's going to do that with. If he's lucky, the construction of this thing was flimsy enough that he'll only need to push, even though Francis doesn't seem the type to settle for anything like that.
A part of Raju is aware that he might need the... the fire. From that damned dream. Melting some of the blocks around those cracks might give them the time they might become more desperate for the longer they're outside this way. That this may be one more hateful, impossible mystery on top of all the others, that this one lives inside him, but that Francis might need him to use it.
He'll think about it once he gets up there. If he has to think about it at all. Not yet.
"Your mittens are in the—" He starts toward the pile of debris and then, "Damn," he says, stopping as he realises he's tied the pocket closed and Francis only has the one working hand, heading back. He realises his hands are shaking as he watches them open the pocket, but it doesn't matter, because this knot is intentionally looser and easier to undo, and he's got it already.
"Here," and he gives Francis a small smile, a hint of humour peeking for a moment through his matter-of-fact efficiency. "But I will be taking these back once you've dug out the rest of your things."
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"Everything's piled up more there, and the wall is cracked above it, see? I can push our way out from on top of the pile." Nevermind what he's going to do that with. If he's lucky, the construction of this thing was flimsy enough that he'll only need to push, even though Francis doesn't seem the type to settle for anything like that.
A part of Raju is aware that he might need the... the fire. From that damned dream. Melting some of the blocks around those cracks might give them the time they might become more desperate for the longer they're outside this way. That this may be one more hateful, impossible mystery on top of all the others, that this one lives inside him, but that Francis might need him to use it.
He'll think about it once he gets up there. If he has to think about it at all. Not yet.
"Your mittens are in the—" He starts toward the pile of debris and then, "Damn," he says, stopping as he realises he's tied the pocket closed and Francis only has the one working hand, heading back. He realises his hands are shaking as he watches them open the pocket, but it doesn't matter, because this knot is intentionally looser and easier to undo, and he's got it already.
"Here," and he gives Francis a small smile, a hint of humour peeking for a moment through his matter-of-fact efficiency. "But I will be taking these back once you've dug out the rest of your things."