She looked so damned innocent standing there. That was, perhaps, the greatest giveaway that there was something to be concerned about.

"What the hell'd you do?" Daryl asked, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the way she looked at him with those big, blue eyes.

"Before you get upset," she said, leaving her words trailing off.

No matter what it was, the truth of the matter was that Daryl wasn't going to get upset. Not really. He knew what she'd been through before. He knew what her husband had been like. It had been years ago—almost a decade—since she'd been married to Ed Peletier, but that was the kind of shit that really stuck with someone.

Even if Daryl got upset, he was very careful about how he handled being upset. He was good, too, at walking away and coming back when he knew how to be upset without acting like an idiot or yelling at her.

Nothing she did was worth breaking her. Daryl knew, all too well, what that felt like.

"What'd you do?" He asked.

"It's just a little scratch," she said.