Beth watches him, because sometimes sitting in Daryl's aggressive silences is easier than trying to force them to be something else. He's sick, she reminds herself. Let him eat.

But eventually, she can't stand it any longer, the way he stares at her like every bite he takes is proof that he's fine. Her voice low, she says, "I can tell them to leave you alone. If you want."

Don't bother him. Don't touch him. I can deal with it. It'd be easy, if they listen to her.