[ Somehow, Hugh misses the excitement and hears about what's gone down second-hand. He can guess that Jason isn't going to want company, but someone not wanting his help has never stopped him from seeking someone out and confronting them before. ]

It's going to take a lot of work to be able to meditate again down here. Each time I try now, I'll be wondering who's getting stabbed three doors over.

[ His arms are folded, gaze taking in what he can see of any damage that's been done to him. And he doesn't really want a response to that, he just needs to vent his displeasure that there's people getting stabbed down here and he wasn't on hand to help. ]

Did you get the wound stitched, at least?