Raju nods and turns toward the fireplace, glad enough for her confidence and straightforward manner that he doesn't mind following orders. There's a pot sitting next to the fire, cool now, and he nods to it as he sets it onto the table.

"Boiled," he says of the water, setting a hand absently on Francis' shoulder as he settles there. "I didn't know we had much left for treating pain here. I don't suppose you're using something I could find for him in the woods somewhere."