Whatever. Daryl scrubs his face and tries to think straight. So the idiot princess knows. That's a good place to bury a secret. It's not like they're talkative. Shit, are princesses talkative? Princesses? Why is he on a planet that cares about shit like princesses?

All of this would be hilarious if it wasn't so goddamn sad.

"Okay," he says instead. "Tell me 'bout this Byerly prick." Daryl steels himself internally.