"No." That, at least, is easy. Daryl's not the curious sort, not anymore. Whatever problem she's got, whatever weaknesses she has, it's best she keeps it to herself, especially here. Fewer secrets to be pried from him later, at the very least.

And he doesn't want an advance preview of her death.

He looks back at her, and his expression is more tired than angry. "Why d'you give a shit?"