[Saint Walker leaves Daryl be as he stalks over to the tree, scarcely moving a muscle as he simply watches him, observing rather than speaking. Clearly he's upset about something -- but what? He supposes that he could use his ring to detect whatever's wrong, whatever that may be, but he's not willing to use his power in such a breach of privacy. That aside, even if he did use it, he suspects that Daryl would never forgive him for the violation.
No, better to stand and watch, quietly, gauge what could be bothering the man. Something to do with intestinal distress, but not the normal sort, but why be secretive about such a thing? There's shame there, certainly, particularly as his temper swings up and down, but Walker has never been a man predisposed to shame about anything and cannot therefore guess what could be troubling him.
He stays quiet for quite some time - he's good at staying quiet - but once he supposes that enough time has passed, he says,] Is it to your liking, my friend?
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No, better to stand and watch, quietly, gauge what could be bothering the man. Something to do with intestinal distress, but not the normal sort, but why be secretive about such a thing? There's shame there, certainly, particularly as his temper swings up and down, but Walker has never been a man predisposed to shame about anything and cannot therefore guess what could be troubling him.
He stays quiet for quite some time - he's good at staying quiet - but once he supposes that enough time has passed, he says,] Is it to your liking, my friend?