It's way too much to ask, just yet. Carol has that same memory on her mind, the Trail of Tears for lost children. It reminds her of three little girls she lost, but also that Daryl once made her feel hope when thought she had none left. She's unsure she wants to feel better, perhaps she should be sentenced to a life of wallowing, now that survival isn't an everlasting uncertainty.

"Thank you," she says simply. For coming, for not pressing, for being something less that sure that Carol is beyond help or not worth the effort.

After another hesitation, she closes the door. It's a show of trust, in its way. Allowing him in fully, indicating she's not planning to attempt escape.

"That's not how I would have wanted you to find out." Just how might have been a better way fails her, but she's clear that wasn't it. Not that it matters especially, there's likely no way to cushion the news, but at least she'd have appreciated a say in the matter.