It isn't too terribly cold inside the cabin, and he's weary enough that he thinks sleep won't allude him for very long. Sleep. To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream.

Oof. Quoting Hamlet in his own brain, a sure sign that he's too overwrought for any clear thinking.

"It isn't mutiny that worries me," he tells him quietly, a thoughtful pause interrupted by the howling of a wolf somewhere off in the hills. He lets the echo wash over them both, hissing softly under his breath as he attempts to move himself.

"Someone dear gave you that." The pendant. Raju clutches it so tightly Crozier fears it may turn into a diamond.