The smile that had spread over Raju's face at the first part of Francis' answer, relieved and deeper, more pleased, than Raju really has an explanation for, only fades a little at the second. He looks over at the fire as Francis mentions it, uncertain, remembering the blade of his knife, and the small black marks on the Community Hall's floor. But Francis needs it.

"I can be." At one point Raju had been too concerned to let Francis sleep. But now he's warm and next to a fire, and the confusion after his collapse has changed into as much coherence as it's possible to get in this place, and he's as safe as he's going to be. Everything else that needs to be done — wrapping those ribs up with something, inspecting the rest of this cabin, maybe finding something inside of it to eat — is something that Francis can do later, or that Raju can handle first.

"And we'll see about the rest in the morning." Raju looks away from the fire and at the man beneath him again, the hand over Francis' heart smoothing the fabric there. "I'll take care of it. Rest, Francis."