Beth watches, silent, and doesn't offer to help. Daryl's determined to do this to himself--let him. If it makes him feel better, what does it matter? Having those herby fumes up by his face might keep him from coughing so much, anyway. God knows these things smell strongly.

"Are you?" she asks, and for the first time since he showed back up, she doesn't sound mad. It's a genuine question, not a retort.