"Stick around the tree," he smacks the bark of the tree he marked, before disappearing into the underbrush. He takes the long way around, carefully covering and recovering his tracks, just in case this woman is any good at figuring out where Daryl's gone or where he's going.

He finds the Steven kid, a little blue-eyed shit that's the son of some courier. Daryl goes out with him, waiting behind a line of trees, bow trained on Lapis. If she does a single thing to harm the kid, she's gonna get an arrow right through her.