Alfred was right: he wasn't the only capable man. However, he was the one being routinely called upon to assist. Alfred was the one who had sailed his ship into the heart of battle, not whatever other capable men existed in Britain. This time, Jo didn't push him further. They'd been through enough now that she was able to recognize a dismissal when he spoke it.

Instead, she nodded once, her gaze dropping from his to her torn apart cuticles. "I haven't been able to sleep since." She quietly admitted.

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