Daryl glanced down at the hand on his elbow and then up to meet Jesus' eyes. He pressed his lips together and when the man was done talking he ducked his head and shrugged the words - the apology - off.

"Weren't your fault this happened," he answered as he grabbed his part of the stash they were dragging down for trade and went to the door. "Ain't got nothing against ya, neither. You were doin' what you needed to for your people. We're good."