Beth's method of keeping busy when she's sick of chores and can't justify taking a horse out as "practice" is simple and, frankly, boring: she wanders around and calls it taking a walk. It's not like there's anything else to do. Everything that kept her busy at the prison--playing with Judith, reading, decorating her cell--is impossible here, and nothing that happened at the hospital is worth revisiting.

For a moment, she's glad to see Daryl coming; going out to set traps should break up the tedium. And then she sees his face.

"Princess?" she demands, following him out to the trees he pointed to. "What the hell's up with you?"