Martin K(nife) Blackwood

[ Jon please. Algric was going to stay here and cuddle, but - no. No, god, Jon, please. He tugs Jon back to Martin - to at least keep a hand on him, if not back to a full hug. Then he moves to check him over and fuss a little. His feet are ... less bad than he thought? He didn’t see the attack, so maybe they were just not injured quite so terribly. ]

Just - stay here, Jon. For a moment. Let us take care of you.

[ And Algric will help Tim fetch the towels. ]