"Die?" Jon finishes the thought, and it takes very little convincing to get him into the bed. He sits down slowly, pulling a bit of a face as he tries to sort out the wording.

"It was, ah... disagreement between monsters. Crossed family lines? I don't know," He mumbles, a bit incoherent. "Not quite so bad as the one with the rock. But I really... I should be..."

He falls short of managing getting home, stating loud and clear that he's probably in no shape to make that trek.