As easy as it should have been to see the spit of fire against the rock, the darkness still manage to dampen the light, making it a little harder to make out but no less interesting for who made the warmth and if they'd share. His candle was nearly gone, crank lantern having broken hours before, and his hand suffered for the exposure.

When he got close enough to pick out a frame around the fire, he blew out his candle, not wanting to waste more than was needed and answered with his affable southern drawl.

"A friend." Of sorts - he wasn't planning on being hostile, anyway. "Name's Raylan. Can I bother to ask to share your fire for a minute?"