There is a pang of fear at the sound of those words- a thrum of terror that begs the question of what tragedy could perhaps have befallen the one before him, what terrible incidents would mean 'everyone'.

Jonathan swallows, and does his best to attempt to offer comfort, but though he reaches to try and take hold of the other's shoulders the amount of success in doing so is perhaps debatable. He is a stranger after all, kindhearted as he is.

"What do you mean by this? What happened, that there were those lost?"