Jo nodded her agreement despite recognizing she wouldn't reach out first. Not if everything with Zach imploded, not if something happened with Ilona, not even if the sky began to fall. Alfred wasn't hers to contact; he hadn't yet reclaimed his place as her best friend, nor would he until they saw one another in person again. Letters were so easily misunderstood or manipulated to conceal lies. Jo wouldn't take the chance.

"Yeah, sure." She agreed verbally before draining the rest of her glass and moving it aside. Her food hadn't come yet, but she suddenly had no appetite at all. "I don't know where I'll be come spring. I'm sure your owl will be able to find me though."

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