Zoe knew the loss. She didn't know if it was for a significant other or a child, but she did know the loss. It had taken will and determination to leave Wash, but Zoe had a survival instinct that demanded she kept living. She looked at the man and sighed softly.
"You don't have to understand more than this: you can't go back." She looked around. "You don't leave until it's time, and right now isn't the time. You keep living and hoping you get to go back. Although, hoping to go back to someone dead," the warrior woman didn't bring up the undead, "is foolhardy and a waste."
She didn't sound angry, but she was being realistic. "I lost my husband in battle. I left his body and his monument there. I know I'll never know him like I did, and I loved him more than anyone. You must move on, or you will die."