They give him those few minutes to enjoy the heat, they're in no rush to leave nor to really talk about the bullshit that had been the third day. They peek in his direction when he clears his throat, and they want to comfort him, but they don't know if he'll like that. So, instead they sight quietly and run a hand through their hair.

"I don't think it was good for anyone... passing out and waking up all over the island, never mind fourty years in the past. I'll be happy as long as we never have to repeat that again." Especially since it gave them some nasty things to think about, which they do not want to think about. At all.