[Jon sees both the problems on them. The webbing cracks, the melted wax... God. This is his fault. They're like this because of him.
Jon, meanwhile, doesn't even notice his own problem, from before the explosion. The corrosive sickness in the web sack had started eating away at him, fingers almost gone and legs mostly gone. There are acid burns all over elsewhere but he doesn't even feel it right now, curled up against Algric's cold.]
Y-you both should- It wouldn't be good if you stay here much longer.
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Jon, meanwhile, doesn't even notice his own problem, from before the explosion. The corrosive sickness in the web sack had started eating away at him, fingers almost gone and legs mostly gone. There are acid burns all over elsewhere but he doesn't even feel it right now, curled up against Algric's cold.]
Y-you both should- It wouldn't be good if you stay here much longer.