There's always whether whatever 'else' might be if there is an else, whether it falls under immediate, shortly, or something much further out. It looks innocuous enough, like so many other things have been too, but you never know in this place, and Jo likes to trust the abjectly unknown less distance than she could throw a rock.

Especially in places where the only hearsay to base anything on is the people the Fey closed borders to or the Fey who've been as good as wholly gone since then. Neither is a side that behooves itself of any faith. Only that they've been both invited by one and thrown to them by the other.

"Yeah. If you hear anything, I'd love to know. It's probably nothing, but—" Jo shrugs.