If she could be numb to it, it might be a different story. But she isn't, and it isn't.

Even when she's frowning, and she's still searching in the water, hands and arms in wide arcs, face scrunched up like she's focused on the task and not his words. She still isn't. She still wouldn't wish this on anyone else. She still feels bad that they are in this straight, and annoyed as fuck she has to go through it all over again. New rules, new lands, new alliances.

"Right before," Jo said, fingers finally brushing something in a too fast movement that sends her half turning that way, feeling around and pulling another basket up hard and fast from it's stop. "I haven't been home in--" She gave a hard lunge and chuck of the trap, aiming for the bank beyond the water, before she started to finish, again. "In the better part of half a decade, give or take a few years. But I think it's more give, than take."

Beat. "Time is strange in these places. Even when you're keeping track of it sometimes."