"I'm not gonna keep that from you." This, glancing up at him, the scruff at his jaw and the curtain of hair that hangs perpetually in his face. Her gaze is steady, penetrating; Daryl has to realize he's got a right to know what Hershel's aware of, and what he isn't, when it comes to him. And if he didn't before, at least he'll have an inkling now.

"He knows you're a hunter. A friend of mine, and of his daddy's. That -" There's a pause, and then she starts again. "That after the prison, you took care of Beth. And if he needs something and he can't find me, he can ask you. Just the things that matter."

And none of the things that don't.