Watching him take the punch she threw at him--she might as well have hit him, the way he cringes--doesn't make Beth feel any better. She knew it wouldn't, and she said it anyway. That was cruel of you. Mama and Daddy taught you better than that.

Her stance softens a little, too. Everything feels impossible right now, watching everyone fall so ill; she doesn't want to argue with Daryl on top of it.

"Let's go inside," she says, knowing it's not the answer he wants, nor the one (I'm sorry) he deserves. "Let's sit down, and we'll talk about it. Okay?"