"Good lord," she laughs, shaking her head at his typical overwrought vocabulary. "Yeah, she's fine. We're all fine."

She reaches the island and heads for the trees, dropping down to stretch out her legs in the shady sand. Much better. She never really pegged Rush for the sitting-and-gazing type but that's what she wants to do - he can do it or he can bumble around being agitated if he prefers. Makes no difference to her.