Eagerness lights up Raju's face. It's a good thing Francis already has his eyes closed, though, because: "You should be sleeping," he says as he slides further down into the comforting promise of warmth under the blankets, trying to mirror Francis' pose. Most certainly means he's probably closer to it than Raju's I'll try, and the longer until Francis is able to look for sleep, the harder it'll be to find it. Raju pulls the blanket over his chest and shivers once, then again, and lets out a quiet huff at himself, embarrassed that that's only happening now, as if the cold is only trying to fight him now on its way out. He focuses on rolling the end of the blanket up to lay under his head instead. "I already woke you up once. You can tell me the story tomorrow, while we're walking."