Daryl's expression twists sour at her words. So Beth told her what happens? Who else knows? And why does it worry him? If you can own any information, Christ, you deserve the patent on your own death.

He ducks his head, trying to hide the expression of remorse that momentarily shadows him. He focuses on his sewing, because that matters. He considers her words, her other words, while he watches every stitch. The fact that she thinks Beth will get caught up in some social trap, like a girl in some old fashion movie, is a cheerfully hilarious thought.

"You gave her a knife," Daryl says. "All she needs to get out of it." If someone corners her, social or otherwise, the best way to get out is by cutting a hole in the problem.