It's enough to feel Rani's strong hand on her shoulder, at least for that moment. They're connected, quiet in the face of everything they've lost, as they walk toward the mess tent.

And then it's gone, a sly comment coming in its wake.

"Maybe Daryl would," she answers, trying to be saucy rather than sulky. Rani doesn't ask for the details, and Beth wants to keep it that way. One death is enough to carry right now; dragging home up to the surface is more than she thinks she can take.