Carol doesn't care about the water, as long as it's not overflowing or at risk of running out. This place brought them here and then stole Rick from them, they can damn well process as much water as it takes. What matters is Daryl responding to her, however little his movements; that he doesn't run and hide or start sniping at her out of grief. She wouldn't blame him for either reaction but this, this is better.

"We'll figure it out," she says softly, almost too quiet to be heard over the running faucet. She can't quite say they'll be okay, whatever that means these days, but they're together so somehow managing seems possible. Just don't ask her how.