Daryl doesn't like thinking about it like that either... But there's no changing the fact that Martha ain't in there anymore, and so he's shutting himself down out of necessity, just like he'd done so many times back home. Now ain't the time.

Nodding at Emma's assessment, he moves to rest Martha down as gently as he can manage, grabbing her arm as it flops over the side of the cot and moving it to rest next to her instead.

"Ain't gonna be long before we got people comin' down here lookin' for help."

And he's already moving for the door back into the main area, not wanting to linger here any longer than he needs to. Out of sight out of mind... Or something.