"After all that running?" She snorts. "I'd've told them to skin you along with the boar."

It's still hard to believe they survived, frankly, and that they're here now. That Daryl's an old hand at nearly getting killed by feral hogs, for that matter. And yet they'd managed to get away without much more than a scratch between them.

Which reminds her - "You hear about another one, bring me with. I don't like the idea of you doing the whole thing on your own."