She's tempted to stay here and watch him--make sure he doesn't leave, of course, but also, maybe, to make sure he just keeps breathing. There isn't time for it, but Daryl looks worse than she's ever seen him. It's hard to make herself get up.

And when he speaks, it's even harder. Hardly stirring from where she's sitting on the ground, near his knees, she frowns a little. "Why?"