Beth's bedroll has a few more blankets than it probably should, thanks to people offering extras to her. As a result, wet and cold as she is from the snow outside the tent, she can wrap herself up in two and sit on two more and feel somewhat comfortable. She watches Daryl find a place for himself, reassuringly near her own mat, and swipes at her eyes with her coat sleeve.

"Two months? I think." It's hard to keep track of time, especially when one day just bleeds into the next. Today I got up, ate something, and helped out around camp--over and over and over. "You came over from the Cetas, didn't you?"

News travels fast in a small camp, especially when the count is debriefing people. It's a big enough deal that she heard whispers before night fell; she just didn't expect the count was questioning him.