Daryl fixes the trap, and honestly, the hardest part is fixing the tangled mess of wire and twine she's made. If they weren't short on resources, it almost wouldn't be worth salvaging. Daryl pokes at the wiring and hums to himslelf, thinking.

"If you were sick," he says, "you'd tell me."

He doubts guilt can work both ways; it never does, for him. But he'd like the illusion of honesty, if nothing else.