[ She can't argue with that, especially after what he'd told her about the food and drinks being dosed. But she also really, really can't blame him for wanting to just take the edge off a bit, especially here.
And they both know she's not in a position to judge anyone else for not being careful, or dragging anyone into anything. Carol makes a small noise of sympathy and acknowledgement, mostly to let him know she's listening.
The way Daryl turns into her touch, nuzzling his cheek against her hand, is unusual, but not unprecendented - speaking, she thinks, more to how shaken he must be than anything else. So she leaves her hand where it is, stroking his cheek gently, letting him take his time until he lifts his lip to show her what are clearly fangs. Her eyes widen, hand stilling. ]
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And they both know she's not in a position to judge anyone else for not being careful, or dragging anyone into anything. Carol makes a small noise of sympathy and acknowledgement, mostly to let him know she's listening.
The way Daryl turns into her touch, nuzzling his cheek against her hand, is unusual, but not unprecendented - speaking, she thinks, more to how shaken he must be than anything else. So she leaves her hand where it is, stroking his cheek gently, letting him take his time until he lifts his lip to show her what are clearly fangs. Her eyes widen, hand stilling. ]
The cider did that?