He grabbed her wrist and put it in her hand. Folded her fingers firmly over the handle. More for his own sake of making sure she had it in a proper grip than for hers. "Don't let anyone take it from you. That thing's worth more'n gold right now. More'n water, even."

When Daryl let go of her, he tapped her on the back, just above where the pack sat on her shoulders, "Go on. Get."