Feeling things was all Jo had done since returning to England. She had potions to take when the pain became too much to bear, though they often made her thoughts so fuzzy that she detested them all the same. That the healers couldn't find a potion to properly heal her hand was the worst of it all anyway. Even now, as she held the whiskey glass in her nondominant hand, she could feel the slight tremors beginning where she kept the gloved hand against her form. Perhaps the tribe had the right idea all along in ignoring the use of this herb, for if it couldn't heal all what was its use?

She decided not to comment upon the explanation. To do so would leave her feeling more vulnerable than she wished to at present. Besides, with Alfred now publicly courting she wasn't sure where the line of their friendship stood. It wasn't as though things between her and Zelda were as great as they once were either.

"Okay," Jo nodded. "And you've done this on yourself?" How did he know how painful it was otherwise?