She blinked stupidly at the light, eyes narrowing against it, and reached up to push tangled hair away from her face. "Eight hours." It hadn't felt like eight hours. It felt like years. "I don't know if I feel better, or shittier." A wry laugh followed and she tried to clear her throat, but was unsuccessful. "Dreaming, huh?" She could only imagine what she might have said to him in the darker hours of the night.