Astoria let a smile slip. Sally was still there and that was comforting. "We can have a slumber party and paint our nails yeah," she joked. She knew it wasn't easy for Sally, to stay still for so long. But she would be out soon and then they could do what they liked. "I'll come everyday then. Until you get sick of me, that is."
She contemplated asking her what the dream entailed, but Sally probably didn't want to talk about it. And Astoria didn't know how to deal with that type of thing.