"Daryl--" He looks so serious, something burning wild-eyed through the fog of illness. If it wasn't him, it might be frightening. As it is, it's enough to make her pause. "We're gonna be okay. But you have to get better. Okay?"

Of course she's not going to stay here if the Cetas find them. That'd be stupid. But it'll be easier to leave if he's not struggling to do the smallest task.