"Is that what you sound like? Here I just thought you an American." Don't shove those prejudice on her, Daryl Dixon, but she digs back in the politest tone possible. Leans across to rinse the cloth again in the water, the same, the same gestures as before, feeling the bed crease underneath her.

"But you are both stubborn. He never liked to be fawned over." Until the end, she remembered, when he'd put his he'd in her lap and ask for her to quiet his thoughts for the future. For his position as King, and leaving her all alone in the world. Asked her forgiveness for his broken heart.