Raju's expression goes serious, realising the extent of the danger here. It's cold, of course it's cold, but it doesn't feel so bad as that. Raju's hands are shaking, he's shivering a little, the chill is bitter and hateful but it doesn't feel dangerously cold. But it hasn't, has it? Not for a while. Since the dream.

Francis is injured, anyway. That has to be making it worse for him. Raju nods in understanding, holding Francis' gaze, and then takes the man's shoulder, puts a hand on his back, tries to steer him toward the pile of splintered walls and blocks of ice. "I'll tie it over your head if I have to. Do you think you can make this? I'll get us through once we're high enough, but I can't carry you with your ribs that way."