Not at all. While Murmur didn't understand exactly how or why the coma happened, he had no doubt it wasn't restful. Jon's mind had been filled to overflowing with nightmares that couldn't be quelled, no wonder he'd like true genuine rest after that. Though, at this current state of being, that may now be out of his grasp. Murmur didn't think it would do to mention as much right now.

He downed the last of his own coffee. "Heavens no, I have never dropped a passenger I'll have you know. There's a reason I was Uriel's preferred Throne," That made zero sense without context, he's aware, but he sounds proud of that claim all the same. "Nevertheless, while I endeavor for a smooth flying experience I would recommend keeping your eyes closed for the duration. I would not want you to lose your stomach upon our landing." He tossed his cup with something of a flourish before offering out Jon his hand with something of a charming smile of invitation.

"No harm shall come to you under my watch, you have my word." He promises. Apparently he intended to fly Jon to whatever it was he wanted to show him.