"Stick close," he called back over his shoulder. She was definitely not used to living on her own or taking care of herself. Not in the way she needed to be. It was in the way she held herself and the way she spoke.

"Sort through some of those back packs and take stock of what supplies we got," he suggested. And this time it was a suggestion rather than a dismissal. "Need to figure out how long it will last those of us that survived this..." Daryl waved his hand in a circle, indicating the wreck.

After another moment of consideration, he turned to face her, one arm going up to steady him on the awkward incline, "Daryl."