Carol smiles at his expression, he looks peaceful for a change. So she keeps doing what she's doing, absently humming a half-forgotten song to herself. If Daryl fell asleep that would be just fine by her, he probably needs the rest. Even if when he wakes he'll probably be consumed with finding something productive to do come hell or high water.

She rests her head on a folded arm, getting comfortable herself. Focusing on applying the right pressure to Daryl's temple is so much easier than focusing on grief that she's a little irritated with herself for not discovering this until now. In fairness they didn't have much idle time back home, nor privacy, but even so. Some things are worth stealing a moment for; else, why bother staying alive at all?