She wants to ask for more. More details, more understanding, but that doesn't always come. Which isn't to say he was always willing to talk when he was young and there wasn't the language barrier, but she hadn't forgotten those stories. It might have been a handful of years for him, but it was only the better part of weeks and months for her.

The child he was constantly ghost presence at war with this older face in her mind.

It wasn't entirely fair to ask either for details he hadn't offered, that she didn't offer, herself, but she wanted to know, and she wasn't entirely used to so much silence in her space. Not after adjusting to Merlin, Sam, Bobby, Amy and Jacob all under foot, not to mention an entire bar of people on the first floor during everything but the early morning hours.

This place was a tomb of silence from house to village to land in comparison. So small and so few and so much silence, abject tension and tightness everywhere. For the moment, Jo settled for pulling apart her jerky and eating it in the space between them.