Whatever barrier kept her eyes from misting, that took a solid swing to it. Sasha lets out a waterlogged laugh, and, at last, she moves back to look at him better.

She cups his cheek, and even with the tears beginning to well, she looks so truly, genuinely happy.

"I'm in love with you, Timothy Stoker, and I--- I think that'd make me the happiest person on this cursed little island for these next couple weeks."