Daryl isn't the only one waiting. There's a drawn-out moment before Arthur realizes he isn't going to say anything at all.

Charitably: Almost forgot, an archer with a sense of humor. Uncharitably: Perhaps I mistook a simpleton for someone of skill.

The good thing about the silence, at least, is that it gives him a moment for his temper to simmer. And, incidentally, opportunity to see what it was Daryl was doing.

Aloud, frowning: "You're hunting." A most stunning insight. He looks from the rabbit in Daryl's hands, to the traps, to the woods beyond them. "What game have you found in this forest?"

The rabbit is surprisingly normal-looking; he'd half-expected the woods to be full of monsters, alien as it is.