Damn... [He hadn't made the cut very deep, just enough to have some blood, but his arm is the last place his head is. He lagged behind too long, he thinks. They could have tossed Jon on the island anywhere--or, worse, eaten him.] He doesn't have the mental training for--

Wait, you don't have--

[He probably could have ripped his own repurposed shirt, and she wouldn't have had to tear the nightgown at all. His frown isn't angry, more confused at the generosity.] It's just a scratch.

I left a message for those still in Chroma.