Knowing him from home, and that does make sense with what he's pieced together of her world, what he knows about Daryl, rough around the edges but practical, useful, seemed like someone who was used to roughing it one way or another. He smiles at her little reassurance, before nodding in response.

"Yeah. He was a lot of help on the way here, we took turns scouting ahead." A pause for another spoonful of groats. "Never spoke to him much over there, honestly. He seemed like -- he might rather be left alone."