Hearing that she remembered some of the basics was a comfort. He and Rick had been sure to get everyone in the loop at least a little bit on weapons. No use having a bunch of people who you couldn't hand a gun to to defend themselves. He did follow after her but he paused midway down the hall.
"I'll let you get some sleep." he explained, looking over his shoulder briefly, signalling his intent to take off. He was pretty tired from the bike ride back, but he'd probably be up for most of the night anyway.
Daryl was hardly ever in his room, especially after the murder. He paced the halls at night, sometimes catching some sleep in whatever place caught his fancy first. The prison situation had left him very much like an insomniac cat in his sleeping habits. If she ever went back again she would notice everything untouched and the bed still made.