"Suppose it's better than the risk of something with a bit more delay, isn't it?" Jon argues, but it's weak. He's clearly just trying to rationalize it, and even he isn't sure that he's accepting that without some hitches.

He does lead the way, though, back up the sloping hills towards the Bluffs.

Tempting as it might be to go to the docks, he doesn't want to cross paths with the afflicted. It's not even out of fear now, so far outside of their reach; it's difficult to see. Granted that it's not occupied, his cliff-side perch seems like an adequate place to rest and process. But for now, the walk is leisurely and slow, if not a bit stiff.

"...Are you okay, by the way? I mean, I'm sure you're not--- okay, but... you know."