Raju frowns at Francis for a second and then blinks down at his hand, looking a little surprised as the motion of his thumb slows to a stop. He hadn't realised he'd been holding it this tightly, still rubbing at its surface like this, not in any conscious way. "Ah, yes. Sort of. I think I might have— I think it might be burnt, but I can't see."

Then he glances away from it, notices Francis trying to move and makes a quiet, surprised noise, moving himself closer and more out of the way of the fire to put a hand high on Francis' back. The other hovers, still holding the pendant, unsure where to put itself that pushing Francis even gently in any direction wouldn't make the pain in his ribs worse. He settles on a shoulder.

"Here, closer to the fire. It'll be warmer soon. And don't think I didn't realise you're trying to distract me. What is it that worries you, if not mutiny? You should know something like it worries your Lieutenant a great deal, at least if his manner over the food supply during that storm is any clue. People becoming... agitated, I think, was the word he used."