Jon reaches out, gently taking his hand. His own was healing, forming stiff scars in places he was learning to work with, and seeing some reflection of it on Martin made the panic he was trying to fight down flare. He exhales shakily, nodding. "Do you need painkillers?"

The comment about what he said to Jude just... Jon swallows, pulling Martin's hand as gently as he can and kisses the bandages at his knuckles. He tries but his voice shakes, small. "I'm sorry I... I'm so sorry, Martin."