Later, perhaps, Jo would push for more details on the language. A word or two, even maybe. She was fascinated by his story (not all the death, of course, she wasn't yet that morbid) but wouldn't push him for details he didn't want to divulge.

"I dream of the sun." She admitted quietly instead. Their day on the patio was one of the last bright days she noticed this past month. Between being locked away in the dimly lit shop and the continuous rain Jo hadn't yet seen another day as nice. "It's much stronger there, isn't it? I miss the warmth." Already, her tanned skin was fading into its naturally pale state.

Jo leaned against the back of the sofa, her hand slipping from his chest as she did. "When you go on the expedition, maybe." She suggested, wholly unaware of why such an idea would be refused.