"Ah -- okay," she says, a little thrown by his refusal of food, especially if she's volunteering to cook. She can't remember a time he did that... but then, she wasn't there when he first got to Teleios. He mentioned how paranoid he was, not drinking what the Temple provided and probably going out in the pitch-black Winter to hunt his own food. When she thinks about it, it's kind of a miracle that he ate anything here. Probably the fact that he had no other option contributed. Not for the first time, she's incredibly in awe of Rick and feels a strange sense of guilt for not being there with him when he first arrived. That had to have been hell.

Either way, she's not going to argue the point if he's uncomfortable, whether for the reasons she surmises or different ones. That's the kind of stuff they don't talk about, and why she's all but abandoned the idea of mentioning that she has two-plus years of memories from another place entirely. At the very least, maybe she can use those memories to help Daryl through whatever it is he's going through, if she does it subtly.

"Any idea where we're going?" she asks, somewhat tentative but still with an air of cheekiness. They're not in the woods, and so she's wondering if his impeccable sense of direction holds. (Being slightly sarcastic hides her nerves, okay?)