Long month, it more felt like. Jo raised her head and smiled tiredly at her friend. Somersby was a good man, a bit young and headstrong at times, but a decent friend at least. Much unlike some of the more colorful characters she had met along the way. Their few nights together were pleasant when they had happened. Now, though, sleeping with another man felt like she was betraying Zach.

"Yeah," she nodded. The brick tapping was tiresome and frustration. Soon, maybe, they'd have an answer on how to get into the tomb. Jo slid the bowl across the table to him. "Help yourself, I've no appetite tonight." A lie, as she was starving, but not for stew. For something soft and sweet. Everything else just made her nauseous.