Beth looks at her, wide-eyed at the suggestion. It's nothing she's considered in any depth; the options have seemed like stay here or go home, and the latter only a dreamy suggestion. Who actually thinks it's possible? They don't even have the technology for guns here.

But this third option is something worth considering, maybe. If Daryl could--but who knows what Daryl wants to do with himself? He'd probably be happy to stay out in the woods and catch squirrels until the end of time.

She shrugs at the questions, frowns a little at the description Rani gives. That's no way to tempt anyone to her home--but maybe it's not a place worth being tempted to. Imagine convincing anyone to go back to an Earth full of walkers and abandoned buildings.

"What's home like? For you." War doesn't tell her much. There's a war here, too, and it's still the best place she's lived since the prison fell.