Daryl can deal with arguments and shoving. It's the pleading and sullen looks that get him in the end. Always was a big softie. He sniffs. "Not gonna have you loose a fingernail 'cause you felt like proving a point," Daryl grumbles.

He folds his arms over his chest, sullen. "Just- watch me. Okay?"

She should know this. Something is definitely wrong if she doesn't know this. Yet Daryl entertains the vain hope that maybe she's just tired. She did shift around a lot in her sleep last night... it's possible.