Silence happens a lot. It's only in the comparisons that it weighs, only in the confusing barriers. It's easier when she doesn't look back. Closes those doors, except right before sleep. It a blip. Maybe Merlin was right. Maybe all she was needed for was to build that building and hand it, and the idea behind it, the necessity for it, the people who needed it, off to the person who wasn't her.

She didn't like thinking about that either. Why, and why not. Having gotten attached to that place or those people at all.

As Thorfinn spoke, Jo nodded and pushed her chair back. It made a dragging noise on the floor, but she was up very few seconds into it, picking up and stacking her plate and his in her hands. It wasn't much to clean and she wasn't in any specific rush. She nodded, and related the same. "I'll be at the Inn, unless someone wants to go out."