"I do," she affirmed. Archaeology was her passion just as much as sailing was his. But, more importantly, to give up her career felt almost like she was failing the two men who died doing it. A betrayal, even. Those two men wouldn't have stopped, so neither could she.

She sighed. "I can't quite explain it, not in a way that'll make any lick of sense." That archaeology likely wasn't an option for her anymore was a more complicated reason to not return to her field. Or, at the very least, it wasn't available to her as it once was. Jo could hardly be responsible for handling artifacts when her hand was likely to begin trembling at any given second. It would be almost a bad a catastrophe as when she fell through the floor of an excavation.

"My family doesn't think its wise for me to travel anymore, with my injuries and all. Neither does Zach for that matter, though he's much kinder about it." She tried to explain. "But to stop completely ... how could I justify that to them?"