Daryl almost called the whole thing off right then and there. He hadn't had time to do more than send Rick a message, anyway. Something like this, he should discuss with Rick before running off. Especially now that there was magic involved.
Daryl brought a hand up to scratch at his jaw. Short, spiked bristles reminded him he needed to shave. Yeah, he'd get right on that.
But instead of calling it off, instead of simply walking away right then and there, he glanced around the room. He'd breeze through any of these little endurance tests as if he'd trained for this moment his entire life. Maybe he had.
He rolled his shoulders and looked from Dumbledore to Hill, his expression even and without emotion. He was battling inner demons, sure, but he had years of practice keeping any display of conflict or emotion off his face.