He’s still combative, he can see it in his muscles. He’s still feeling like Crozier had earlier, like he wanted to flip the goddamned table, he’d been so frustrated. He didn’t feel like himself until he saw Raju burst into flames and stalk out, and even then it’d been a slow come down of sorts.

…but of course. Of course it could have something to do with the consistent, almost never ending fog in the air. The Darkwalker’s breath lingering in the air, seemingly having no other presence than to blot out the light, would actually be responsible for everyone’s short tempers.

Crozier sighs and hauls himself up to his feet. “I’ve said what I needed to say. I’m going inside,” he tells him. He holds his hand out, considering placing it onto his shoulder in some meager attempt to comfort him, but aborts the gesture at the last second.

“Until later, mn?”

Raju just needs time, and Crozier…well, he probably needs a little time to process too. Get his head back on straight. He considers him once more, kneeling there in the snow in anguish, and reluctantly turns away from him and walks back inside to sit by himself at the table.