"Good." She takes the bandages and the water from him, so she can clean the rust from her hand. The cut's nastier than she'd expected, and now that she can think again, it's starting to throb. "Bacon for dinner."

The last time she felt this wrung out, they'd just fended off an attack - but Maggie supposes she just did, too. The smile she gives Daryl is weary, but it's genuine.

"The piglets," she says, after a moment, wrapping the bandage around her hand. There's more to plan if they try that. "We gonna take them back with us?"