Her tears were flowing freely as she took off the oversized button-up shirt she had been wearing and pressed it against the side of Daryl's head to try and prevent any more blood loss – glad she had been wearing a tank top under the shirt. He looked as if he had been dragged through the forest by his feet and she noticed that he had patched himself up with some sort of make-shift bandage – for what type of injury, she didn't know. She continued to hold it there even after Rick and T-Dog had lifted him up. Andrea ran up and the icy glare that Kit sent her way would have been enough to stop a charging animal in its tracks. "What the fuck were you thinking?" she asked her, but she didn't get an answer in the ensuing chaos.

"Did I kill him?"

"You just grazed him," Rick said. "He's unconscious."

"What the hell happened to him?" Glenn asked. "He's wearing ears."

Kit and Rick made eye contact. He was looking at her as if she could provide him with an explanation for the ears. When she shrugged, he tugged the necklace off of Daryl and muttered, "Let's just keep that to ourselves."

Her leg was bouncing up and down nervously as she watched Herschel patch Daryl up. He seemed like he'd be fine though – a grizzly bear indeed. When Rick and Shane were leaving the room, Kit was going to stay but Daryl growled, "You best go with them." Her face fell.

She didn't understand why he didn't want her there, but she obliged. When she left the room she was not in the mood for Shane's shit. "I hate to say it but Herschel is right. We can't keep going out there looking for that girl."

"Daryl just risked his life looking for her," Rick answered. It looked like Kit wasn't the only one who wasn't in the mood to put up with Shane.

"He nearly died for a doll."

"We're not giving up the search for Sophia," Kit said in a hard voice. "The whole point in having a group like this is knowing that there are other people who have your back. We stay until we find her. If you have a problem with that, Shane, then you can take it up with me. What happened to Daryl today will look like a stroll through the park after I'm done."

"Those are big words for such a small girl," Shane said, approaching her threateningly. "Do you have anything to back them up with?"

Before matters could escalate, Rick separated them and Kit left them so she could blow off some steam. As she stormed out of the house, she ran into Andrea on the porch. "How is he?"

Kit took a deep breath, trying not to lash out in a manner that Daryl would be proud of. "He's fine." It was very clear in her voice that she was having difficulty containing her anger at Andrea.

"Kit –" Andrea began.

Kit held up her hand. "Please, Andrea, just save it for the time being. I am not feeling level headed enough to be having this conversation now and I would rather have it later when both of us are less likely to say things we'll regret."

With that, she quickly went down the stairs off the porch and over to her tent. In it she began rummaging through her bag to find what she needed. She was going on a run. She figured it was the healthiest possible way to deal with everything right now: this way she could think her way through everything that happened and try to burn off the angry adrenaline that was pumping through her like a wildfire. For some reason it was just easier to run with her heart pounding, her lungs screaming and her legs pounding against the ground. She didn't have her glasses with her, which also made it easier to think, forcing her to concentrate on what was inside her head. It would mean missing dinner, but she wasn't hungry anyway.

Her patience with Shane was waning, but what else was new? He was pissed off that Lori dumped him and was choosing to take it out on everyone else. Daryl had been right when he said that Shane was someone they needed to keep an eye on. Kit was beginning to think he may eventually become dangerous. As much as he pissed her off, though, she could handle him. She had lost her cool after the stress of watching Daryl get shot, but tomorrow she would be more collected and not lose her senses.

She knew Andrea hadn't meant to shoot Daryl but what she had done was so incredibly stupid and reckless that Kit was starting to think that Andrea may become a danger eventually as well. Nobody who felt that they had something to prove should be holding a gun - that was sure. She would forgive Andrea for her itchy trigger finger eventually and she wasn't going to throw any sort of fit tomorrow, but she would express her concerns over Andrea toting a gun around both to Rick and to Andrea.

As she continued to make her circle around the farm, there was only one part of the day that Kit was having difficulty processing. It had been so incredibly hard to see Daryl half dead after being shot, but what had been harder was the fact that he didn't seem to want her around. She hoped that it was temporary and that he had just still been pissed about being shot. Whatever it was, she would have to talk to him about it eventually.

The distinct sound of a walker pierced the air. Shit! She didn't have a weapon she didn't have her glasses so she wouldn't be able to see the thing unless it got close. She was a good distance from the house and she was going to keep the walker away from the house, too. "Hey!" she shouted as she continued turning around in the field she stood in. Soon, she began to just barely make out a blurry, stumbling figure making its way towards her. She slowly made her way to the edge of the property, keeping her eyes trained on it the entire distance. When she was standing just on the edge of the woods, she allowed it to catch up to her.

Once it was close enough, she swung her hand and let her fist make contact with its face. When she heard the smacking sound, she thought to herself 'that one was for Shane'. The walker kept going, naturally, so she hit it again. That one was for Andrea. Kit knew that she had to kill the damn thing now, before things got out of hand, so she circled around it and kicked the back of its knees to send it to the ground. After that it was just a matter of a few well-placed stomps to end matters. Kit didn't want to admit it, but she had needed that.

She returned to camp covered in blood, stinking of sweat and walker, which didn't escape Rick's notice. "What the hell happened?"

"Walker," she replied simply.

"Herschel wants to take care of walkers," he reminded her.

"Well I wasn't about to go running back to the house and lead it here." Her voice was terse. "As much as I hate to say it, I'm glad I ran into the damn thing because I needed to throw a few good punches."

"It was reckless. Look, I need to know that you are going to keep under control while we're here."

She put her hands on her hips and snorted. "I am fine, Rick. You just keep Shane under control. What happened with me today was the result of seeing Daryl shot. As far as the walker is concerned, I dragged it back into the woods and hid it under some fallen branches so none of Herschel's people will know what happened. Better I take things out on the walker than on someone here, as far as I'm concerned. And if you want to discuss reckless, then let's discuss Andrea, why don't we?" She was on a roll so she may as well continue. "I don't think it's too much to ask that she not be allowed to carry a gun for now. She clearly is a little too trigger happy for the safety of others."

"I'll make that call. Just make sure there aren't any incidents involving you lashing out at someone in the camp."

She returned to her tent and removed the bloody clothes, cleaning herself off enough so no one would be any wiser of what had happened. After she was clean she headed back to the house to talk to Daryl.

She stepped into the house feeling a lot better than when she had stepped out of it. "You weren't at dinner." Herschel had entered.

"Sorry, I hope you don't mind."

"No need to apologize." He seemed like he meant it, so Kit smiled. "Where've you been? You look as if you just ran a marathon."

"Pretty close," she laughed. "I was just taking a run around the farm – energy that needed to be spent."

"He's fine, you know."

She dropped her eyes. "I know, but the fact is that he didn't need to end up the way he did."

"Are you referring to the fact that he took my horse or the fact that one of your own people shot him?"

"Both, and before you say anything, I've already given Rick a piece of my mind about her continuing to carry. He didn't seem too concerned about it, though, so I imagine Shane will be giving her a shooting lesson before too long. That way, the next time she shoots before she thinks, she won't miss."

"Your run didn't take care of everything," he concluded. "I may have a talk with Rick, but for the time being, I think it will do you a lot of good to go and visit the man who took my horse."

"Thank you." Herschel was, more than anything, very fair with them and Kit felt enormous appreciation for him – especially given all the shit he had to put up with now.

She traveled up the stairs and knocked gently on the doorway into Daryl's room. "Hey, Griz." She hoped he'd be a little more open to her presence now.

"What do you want?" he mumbled.

She pulled a confused look. "To see you, of course. Why the hell else would I come here? I even brought you a couple things." He glanced up as she placed a couple books on the table next to the bed only to turn away again. "What happened, Daryl?" she asked desperately. "When you woke up in here you looked at me as if I had just kicked you in the balls. Is it because I agree with Herschel on the horse?" That would be a stupid reason to be upset with her but she couldn't think of any other reason. They hadn't even seen each other that day.

"Ain't got nothin' to do with that."

"Well, I can't do anything unless you talk to me. I understand if you don't want to share with everyone else but Jesus, we sleep together."

"We do," he muttered.

"Please talk to me," she begged.

"Don't know why you want to talk to me. I'm not good for much else 'sides protection and sex."

"That is the stupidest thing I think you've ever said. Is that what you think I'm with you for?" She couldn't believe it. They had spent so much time getting to know each other and they had become so close – where in the hell did this come from?

"You tell me."

"It would be stupid for me to become attached to someone just for protection, given that I don't need it. And if all I wanted was someone to fuck, then there were a lot of other options to pick from at the quarry. Could you please tell me where this is coming from? Because I honestly have no idea why you would think I'm with you for protection and good sex and I certainly never meant to give you that impression, if I ever did."

Daryl sat up to look at Kit and it was like coming out of a fog. He had never heard her say anything she didn't mean to someone else, which was part of the reason she didn't speak often – she chose her words carefully. What Merle had said on the hill didn't make sense, at least as far as Kit was concerned. "I saw Merle after the horse threw me," he admitted.

"What?"

"It wasn't real and I know it, but he said a lot of things and some of them made sense."

"Such as?"

"He told me I don't belong here in this group, which is true. He also told me there could be no other possible reason for you to be with me other than protection or the fucking."

She pulled an amused face. "Even if Merle had actually been standing in the flesh, I think you know better than anyone that the advice he dishes out isn't always advice to heed." She tentatively held his hand. "God, I was afraid I had done something," she breathed. "Please don't ever assume something like that again unless you actually hear it coming from me. You also belong in this group."

"I'm sorry."

She looked down, embarrassed. "You just spent an entire day wandering around in the Georgian heat with an arrow stuck in your side and then you were shot. I think anyone would be a little disoriented after that. You scared the shit out of me." She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm with you for the same reason you're lying in this bed right now: because you're the type of man who won't give up on a little girl and will do everything in his power to find her. What you have done the past few days has been so incredibly admirable and neither Shane nor Rick can claim that they have done as much for Sophia. I'm proud to be with you, Daryl, because you are a good man." She smirked. "The sex is a nice benefit, though."

He was about to lean out of the bed to kiss her when he noticed her hands. They didn't look very good after her skirmish with the walker earlier that night. "What happened to you?"

"I had to blow off some steam. Needless to say I wasn't very happy with Andrea earlier and Shane continues to piss me off, so I had to do something to ensure they wouldn't be on the receiving end."

"Damn. I thought I was the one with the temper, here. I didn't know you was even capable of one."

"Well, in the case of Shane he is one of the few people who have proven themselves to be a very special exception. Andrea was just stupid as fuck, but I'll forgive her eventually. At least this way she won't have any bruises on her pretty face."

Herschel stepped into the room. "I think it best if he has the room to himself tonight. He'll heal better."

She obliged and started to head out of the house. "You're like those goats," Herschel remarked.

"Goats?"

"Racing stables would pair the high strung horses with goats that keep them calm. You have that kind of effect on him." He looked in the direction of the camp as Kit headed out the door. "If you ask me, I think your group needs a few more goats for their racing horses. Just something I've noticed."

Daryl watched as Andrea awkwardly walked into his tent and handed him a book. "No pictures?" he joked.

"I'm sorry, I feel like shit."

"You and me both," he grunted. "You were protecting the crew. I get it."

"Do I dare ask about Kit?"

At this he decided to laugh openly. "Nah, Kit will forgive ya. It's a good thing she didn't talk to you last night because she sure as hell took her anger out on something. But she's probably okay to talk to now. Just don't expect her to be especially friendly. To give you a fair warning, she probably won't yell but tha don't mean you won't feel like shit." Andrea nodded and began to head out of the tent when he left her with one final joke to show he wasn't going to hold a grudge. "Shoot me again and you best pray I'm dead."

Meanwhile, Glenn was having a much more frustrating morning. Lori didn't appear interested in anything he was saying. "I'm a terrible liar. I've already…never mind."

"Never mind what, Glenn? You told someone! Who?" she demanded.

"It was just Kit," he assured her. "And she swore she wouldn't say anything, so you don't have to worry. You know, she might be a good person to talk to since you're both, uh, women."

Lori glanced at the much shorter woman who looked as if she was going to help with the shooting practice and the two made eye contact. Lori was beginning to think that Glenn was right and talking to someone else might be a good idea. "I'm not sure…"

"Kit is really good to talk to. She doesn't get riled up or anything and she can be pretty empathetic."

They heard the conversation between Kit and Shane. "Actually, I think I'm going to continue the search today for Sophia," she told him, glancing back at Lori. "I can handle myself. Besides, I don't think I would make a very good teacher." With that she made her way back to camp and sat alone to do some maintenance on her gun.

Glenn nodded in Kit's direction and Lori braced herself for what was bound to be an incredibly awkward conversation. Regardless of whether or not they had the heart to heart that Glenn wanted she needed to make sure that Kit wouldn't tell Rick anything. "So you and Glenn talked yesterday?"

"Yep." Kit glanced up at Lori. "If there is anything you want to talk about, I'm willing to listen without judgment."

Glenn had left and it appeared for the time being that Lori and Kit were alone. "How much did he tell you?"

"Only that you're pregnant and you don't want him telling anyone. I'm not going to tell anyone, but if you need someone to talk to about it with, I'm here."

Lori slowly sat down. "I don't know what I want to do."

"Do you know who the father is?" Kit asked.

Lori expected a scathing look on Kit's face but saw only genuine curiosity and sympathy. "No."

"Well that makes this situation even shittier then it already was."

"You sure don't like to sugarcoat things," Lori remarked.

Kit shrugged. "I'm just being honest. I don't think Glenn quite understands how difficult the situation is," she sighed.

"And you do?" Lori was a little skeptical.

"You are pregnant with either your husband's child or his best friend's. Civilization as we once knew it has completely disintegrated and the world is now a dangerous place filled with dead people who want to kill you which could potentially make for a very traumatic childhood. We probably won't be able to stay in one place for very long which means there is not stability. There is also the fact that childbirth is now far more dangerous than it was because there aren't nice, clean hospitals that can help if something goes wrong. Did I miss anything?"

"No, that about sums it up." Lori pressed her hands against her face. "I don't know if I want to go through with this."

"It's terrifying to even think about and I can't even begin to imagine how hard this is for you. I certainly don't know what I would do. There is one thing you don't have to worry about, though. If you decide to have this baby, you will have the support from every member of this group – without question. I can't speak for the others as far as the other option is concerned, but you would have my full support for that route too, if that's what you choose. Either way, I'm here for you if you need it. I still think you should talk to Rick first, but Glenn's already nagged you enough about that, so you won't hear it from me again."

Lori could scarcely believe that she and Kit were actually having a conversation, nevertheless one so personal as the one they were having now, but Glenn was right: Kit was nice to talk to. "Thank you. It's nice to talk to someone who understands."

"Us girls have to stick together," Kit reminded her.