If Rama kept his head away he would have broken Crozier’s heart, not that he would ever say so. The gesture is enough to tell him to back off though, and he lays his head against the furs with a thoughtful licking of his lips.

“It’s fine,” he reassures him, voice hushed. “All’s well.” Sometimes everything’s just a little too much.

“You spent a long time walking the razor’s edge when it came to my health.” Best to just name it.