"The soldiers didn't want to play." Sonia's sick, which knocks out her usual source of snowball fights and other silly fun. Daryl's sick, and so are a lot of the men at the armory, so that makes learning more difficult. Olivia's sick enough that having Beth keep her company is basically nursing her anyway. Everyone she cares about is either lying in this tent or helping everyone lying here.

She pushes the bowl a little closer still, smiling behind her mask. "So everything tastes the same. One more bite, okay?"