Raju hums thoughtfully, his wandering gaze alert again. Francis might be… here, all of him is very present, every inch of him is very present for any pair of eyes that might take an instant to move down—

Well. In any case, above any of that, Francis is trusting him, and that’s more than enough to put his mind onto the track it needs to be.

“I think so. You won’t want to move too much without your ribs bound. Here, take my hand again, and then I’ll get some water for us. Unless you’d like me to use that bucket there.”

Raju nods toward the one next to the toilet, melted but in this colder room further from the fire certainly not warm, but with a grin. “Nothing wrong with a bracing cold bath.”