When she came back, he stood from his work, which was long since done but he'd been checking and re-checking the make-shift bindings he'd knotted together out of the rope since it was the first time he'd ever really made a sled like that. He wiped his hands on his jeans and otherwise gave her his full attention. Scanned over her appearance and made note of the leaves in her hair.

"I know what's safe to eat and not," was the first thing out of his mouth after she was finished. His jaw worked a bit before he crossed his arms, fingers curling into the arm-holes of his vest, which was worn over his long-sleeve coat. Far too warm of dress for the environment, but it was his and he was used to being over-dressed just to keep his belongings on him.

"Didn't I tell you to stay on the path?" Daryl asked once he was done chewing his thoughts around in his head. "What part of staying on it had you going off and prancing through the bushes?"