Her fingers itched with the impulse to reach out to him, to reassure him that this was for the best. To touch him one last time. Instead, her grip tightened further around her trunk's handle inside her glove. Her knuckles white and fingers stiff as the false two. This was for the best. He'd be happier eventually.

Jo nodded again, much like a fool. "I, uh. I appreciate that." She thought to ask him to write to her, too, but realized to do so wouldn't allow him the space required to heal. A clean break, that was what they both needed.

Even if nothing about this felt clean.

"I ... my ship might be boarding. I should ... it's probably time for me to leave." She continued weakly.