Francis turns his cheek into Raju's hand and Raju breathes out slowly. He rubs his thumb back and forth, feeling the curving shape under his skin through the rumpled cloth. His other hand reaches out, wanting to touch still, and settles lightly over the back of Francis' neck. "I can wash it for you too, once we're closer to the fire."

Francis might not have complained about being cold here, and given how much better he is with the cold than Raju, might not be, but Raju doesn't want to keep him here naked and chilly longer than he needs to. From Francis' cheek he moves the rag toward Francis' ear, brushing the line of his beard on the way and smiling at it. "It must not grow too quickly. A pair of scissors wouldn't hurt, though."