At this point, she just wants to get this over with. The walking, the laying around, the feverishness, everything that's coming. Daryl patting her shoulder is the least of her worries.

She frowns a little at his answer, though, as they head into the med tent. The air's as heavy as she remembers, though the warmth of it is nice after the icy wind outside. "You talk to him yet?"