Raju is holding it together for his sake. He’s angrier than Crozier’s ever seen him - angrier than he would have ever been if he’d been the one who’d gotten injured. He’s angry because of him, because he had insisted on walking into town for this, even if he was only a week out from the initial attacked, only for it to have been a complete waste of time.
He’s surprised that Raju’s able to keep himself under control long enough to get him settled inside their cabin, but once he hears the roar of flames outside he knows he’s finally snapped. He frowns softly and pulls himself back up, muscles and bones all crying out in protest, and walks to the window to watch the fire and smoke rise in the air.
There’s another roar to his right, one that seemingly comes out of nowhere as the fire in the hearth suddenly comes to light. His initial fright turns into quiet endearment and worry; he wants Raju to come back unscathed, and hopes he won’t try to stay out all night.
When he does return he’s back in his chair, making sure it looks like he never left it. He raises his head to study Raju from head to toe, smelling smoking and seeing blood on his hands.
“When you wrap those,” he tells him quietly. No chastising, no chiding. Raju did what he needed to do, and he waited until he was across the bridge. No one else was hurt but himself.
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Raju is holding it together for his sake. He’s angrier than Crozier’s ever seen him - angrier than he would have ever been if he’d been the one who’d gotten injured. He’s angry because of him, because he had insisted on walking into town for this, even if he was only a week out from the initial attacked, only for it to have been a complete waste of time.
He’s surprised that Raju’s able to keep himself under control long enough to get him settled inside their cabin, but once he hears the roar of flames outside he knows he’s finally snapped. He frowns softly and pulls himself back up, muscles and bones all crying out in protest, and walks to the window to watch the fire and smoke rise in the air.
There’s another roar to his right, one that seemingly comes out of nowhere as the fire in the hearth suddenly comes to light. His initial fright turns into quiet endearment and worry; he wants Raju to come back unscathed, and hopes he won’t try to stay out all night.
When he does return he’s back in his chair, making sure it looks like he never left it. He raises his head to study Raju from head to toe, smelling smoking and seeing blood on his hands.
“When you wrap those,” he tells him quietly. No chastising, no chiding. Raju did what he needed to do, and he waited until he was across the bridge. No one else was hurt but himself.