Daryl shrugs her off, or tries to. He's not moving from the tree, not for a while, anyway, so he just has to make himself hard to hold onto. This is why he hates wearing sleeves. Too many places to grab.

He resumes staring down at her. "That ain't shit." But it's true, is the thing. He really needs to train her more. She needs to be able to survive independent of this camp. She needs to be able to survive anything, including this stupid war. "This place goes to shit, you run, y'hear me?"