Raju looks up from the tinder and the fireplace, looking surprised. “I… thought you were done,” he says and smiles, making a sheepish, amused noise at himself, looking relieved. Francis had seen Raju was doing well enough now to get by without it, and so he would get by without it until enough time passed that he felt well again, and that was that, he’d thought. And he doesn’t need it now, exactly. He wants it, it would feel better, would help, but want isn’t need and it’d been easy to assume Francis had been thinking the same way.

“I feel… alright,” he tries to explain, focusing on striking a spark again. He’s very good at it by now. It won’t take long. “So I thought you didn’t…”

The spark catches then, conveniently, and he leans down to blow into it for a moment before straightening again and looking at what Francis still has set up to do it, and then at Francis. His relieved, pleased smile spreads a little more widely than he’d meant it to. “Well. It would be a shame to waste any of that though, wouldn’t it? You’ll have to put it away afterward either way.”