He knew. That was.. Maggie couldn't tell if it was a relief or a horror. She swallowed more tears, nodding slightly, loosening her hold on him just a little bit as she told him, "No one else from our group. I don't- I don't know about Daryl. We got separated, after.. we found each other again, though. Before I came here." It felt jumbled up in her mind, like a lot of her memories the last few years. Like she had too much to remember, too many feelings about those memories to keep track of it all.