She nods at that, too. He's right. It had never been just one thing or one moment. There are the ones she remembers, building upon the others which had been built upon flashes of feelings she'd barely acknowledged when they happened. The way he is with Judith, how much he'd cared about her well-being right from the start, how determined he'd been. The way he'd trusted Beth to take care of people. Really trusted her.

But then he says maybe it started then, in the prison yard, way back then, and the smile that bursts onto her face is both pleased and a little bewildered. That night stands out clear in her memory, feeling a little shy and a little embarrassed, but wanting just to make her daddy happy.

She doesn't know what to say to that, really, so she just presses herself against Daryl's side and hides her face against his arm.