Her treatment of him once they were inside had a few of the journalists looking over and then dismissing them. They looked like just another minor celebrity with one of the handlers. Her bringing food in her bag helped with that image. It wasn't a reality Daryl was familiar with enough yet to pick up on, but he appreciated the fact that no one was paying undue attention.

"Thanks," he murmured, tone soft and one of those small smiles of his ghosting back into place. He appreciated her efforts to make his food taste more normal. It wasn't something he put much of is own energy into because he was used to dealing with less than pleasant choices in what to eat. He didn't think she needed to do that, either, but that was just how she was and trying to push her into not doing it would be stupid on his part. Kind of like telling Carol not to make cookies or figure out how to make three days worth of canned beans and corn interesting and different enough to want to have it day in and day out.

Daryl scooted his chair closer to hers once she sat down so he could reach out for the thermos full of tea and pour her the first cup. She didn't need to be doing that for him all the time.