As long as you ain't cuttin' up people, but he doesn't say it. He just nods, slow, taking it in. He'd rather eat squirrel than horse, and that's as far as he'll go. He hasn't seen a single goddamn sign of deer on this rock. Christ, these assholes could use some goddamn venison around now.

But none of that matters, because it's not why Miles is here. He's indulging Daryl, and helping him a fair deal, even if he doesn't know the extent of it. He'll let that go, for now. "Better'n starving." Most, but not all, things are.

Daryl stands, and is mildly surprised to see how he towers over the other man. He knew he was short, but their interactions before now have been quick and chaotic. This puts it in relief. "That all you wanna talk about?"

His brows rise just slightly.