"If he's gonna be okay, you might want to think about getting some sleep." Eighty years was a lot to catch up on, but the island would give them time.

Eighty years. Jesus. She'd really been at the Sanctuary and on the island too long if she didn't even blink.

She cocked her head and scooted closer. "You know me and talking, not really besties, but...gotta ask. You okay?"