And the prince got his eyes dashed out by thorns for the sake of Rapunzel, then wandered for months until they were reunited and she restored his sight with her tears. Balance. The weight of Daryl's hand is soothing too and when he sighs, it's something more content than anything else.

"Yeah," he murmurs with a nod. He's trying not to think of what his hair must look like, for the record. And he really did sleep well - he feels far more rested than he had before (though not fully, that would take a lot longer) and even if he only gets today he'll probably be fine to move out so long as he spends most of today without much activity. Sorting, cleaning, and planning are all fine. He knows he's going to get food shoved at him too, which is more than fine.

Eventually he shifts again, looping an arm around Daryl's shoulders. "I feel better," is a little clearer, and the way he says it is important. Better, not good or great or ready to run out right now. For someone else he might've put up a front for a while, but here he's just. Better.