Raju nods, focused, watching Francis and filing it away into the growing files he's building of what he knows about his friend. Nightmares more the rule than the exception. Raju takes that in solemnly, but it doesn't surprise him. For all the two of them don't understand about one another yet, there are some things they do. He feels a faint, sharp pull at the fact he hadn't known that already, sleeps too deeply to have noticed— but he learned that about himself a long time ago, and there's no point in thinking too much on it now. If Francis talks in his sleep he does want Raju to wake him, and that's more worth noticing.

And if this happens again, his friend dreaming badly but not speaking, Raju doesn't have to just sit there and watch it. Putting his hand on Francis' face hadn't woken him just now, had it? So maybe there's something he can do.

Another night. For now, Francis is awake already. Raju's grip squeezes very gently over the muscles of Francis' neck. "Do you think you could go back to sleep? We aren't done walking yet, and we woke up early. I... think. The rest of it will go easier with more rest."