Jo can see that her words aren't comforting Ezra, that he still seems so sure that his sister no longer remains in the shell of her body. This troubles her greatly. She knows that this isn't just fatalistic rambling, isn't just a pained kneejerk reaction on his part. It's something he really, truly believes. Jo knows that isn't a good sign. She frowns, taking out a tin of salve that smells strongly of lavender and comfrey. She begins rubbing it on Ezra's knuckles, lifting her gaze to his face as she does.
"You really believe that, don't you?" she asks quietly, her voice darkening with the awareness of how serious Ezra is. "Has so much gone wrong since I've been away?" She drops her eyes to Ezra's hand, frowning at it as she thinks. "Do you believe there's no hope for her, binak-lo? That she is gone for good?"