[It shouldn’t matter that she made Regina laugh like that, but it does. There’s been a real lack of things to laugh about, it seems like. Michonne knows what that’s like. But at Regina’s question, she nods slowly, eyes flicking out to the crowd where she points him out. He’s clearly a little too pale to be hers by blood, but that’s something they both know, too.]

Showed up about a week and a half ago. He doesn’t know how bad it is, yet.

[She realizes then that Regina probably doesn’t know either, because she left too.]

I went home. I think you did too, right after me. We never had the chance to talk. Everything...better now? [You know, like that Dark One affliction.]