Raju frowns, setting his hand along the side of Francis' face. His touch is still careful, and when he raises his other hand toward Francis' shoulder it stops before it gets there. Seetha hadn't liked too much touch at once, those nights; she'd been grabbed that day, carried away from them to safety, and more of that before she was even awake to realise what the touch was for hadn't ever helped. But he doesn't know the first thing about Francis' nightmares.

He's aware of an emotion now, clear and simple: frustration. He doesn't know enough about Francis yet, and it surprises him as if it's new, every time he finds himself needing to be familiar and realising over again that he's not. But he's going to do something.

"Francis," he murmurs, free hand settling for a light touch against the man's upper arm. "Francis," he says again, still quiet but more firmly: "Wake up now."