"Mm, anywhere." Raju gestures broadly toward nothing in particular, focusing more on going to get the pine needles and the spare mug than on where Fitzjames puts his bag. "I know it looks too clean for mess, but I don't mind where you put anything. I've just been straightening. It's been... a strange few weeks, I haven't been keeping the place like I should. And we've been talking about moving to a different cabin, so I've been packing a little."

He looks around as he walks back toward the fire. All the rocks and plants Francis used to bring home for him, there's less of them scattered around than there was when Fitzjames was last here. After forgetting Francis, their life together, the little parts of it he'd treasured enough to keep before, he'd wanted to make sure none of it got lost if they do go. It does look a little neater without so many of them sitting out, even if he doesn't like it.

"You're warm enough? Put more wood in from there if you'd like, it'll help the water boil faster."