[ Jesus nods, taking the bag off and handing it off to Daryl. But he also stands there a moment and suddenly he's gripping Daryl's arm hard like a vise - not enough to hurt, but his fingertips press into Daryl's bicep and he looks at him, eyes steel. ]

I'm coming back. But if, if I don't come back in the time I said I would, you leave. You get out of here. I'll get back. Don't come after me.

[ He lingers like that a moment purposeful and sharp before he lets go. Then he's gone, darting off through the trees. With any luck his warning won't have to mean anything. ]