It pained them, watching the two men struggle through the quite obvious feelings they were holding back. J'mon hoped that it was not for their benefit. You didn't reach nearly a millennia-old and watch the death and resurrection of so many civilizations without growing past such unhelpful human emotions such as jealousy. They cared deeply for Jinn, yes. But it surprised them to find that a certain fondness was developing for Eddie as well. And they very much wanted the two of them to resolve the distance between them.
But that was hardly the issue at hand here. And if it were to be solved, it wouldn't be solved through J'mon's meddling. Probably. Though they could think of a few solutions.
They dropped the piece back into place on the board and walked back to Jinn, placing a hand on his chest and looking directly into his eyes. "It was not you, si'itov," the word came out with a gentle hiss, one that seemed innate to J'mon's true nature. The tongue of the dragons. "You did not do this. You did not ask for this to happen. No more than we did." He doubted it would do much good, but it would do even less good for Jinn to go around blaming himself.
J'mon turned back to Eddie, then, and brushed a hand reassuringly against his arm. A simple gesture. No words needed. J'mon had no intention of abandoning him to deal with this either.