"Came looking for you," Daryl said, frowning. "You and those damn kids."

Maeve, he knew, was all right, but there were others he'd need to check up on. Others he gave a damn about. But he'd gotten Theon on his bike and hauled ass without much of a second thought.

Without meaning to, he thought about Carol. About her arms around him on the bike, the two of them making promises to each other that neither of them could really keep.

Blotting the last of the blood away from Theon's hairline, Daryl left the washcloth in the sink as he fumbled around for a couple of those little butterfly bandages.