Well, at most, that confirmed it really was just in his head as usual. He didn't doubt the arena's capabilities to bring his nightmares and hallucinations to physical form (and that was a thought he didn't particularly enjoy thinking about in the slightest,) but if Daryl couldn't see the large black shadow with rabbit ears smiling at them from a short distance like that, then it definitely wasn't real.

Knowing that it isn't an actual beast waiting for the opportune moment to pounce helps, but the feeling doesn't last long since Daryl's suddenly quiet and gesturing for him to follow off the path. Safety in numbers, sure, but safety from what? What's chasing after them now?

Whatever it could be, sticking around to find out isn't an option. Jeremy tries his best to keep up, but he's not as fast and his pounding headache makes it difficult to focus. He pauses to brace himself against the nearest tree every once in a while, waiting to regain his balance before moving forward again. He wouldn't be surprised if Daryl ends up taking the opportunity to leave him behind after all, but there's a part of him that's glad he's waiting for him to catch up.

Daryl knows the place better and has the skills, and with his name in that note, Jeremy figures it's okay to trust him when he determines the situation to be safe. But he is tired, so he is going to take a seat in the grass for a minute if allowed, just to catch his breath. And to turn a light shade of red with that last comment made.

That ... seems to have come out of nowhere, and Jeremy's going to shrug it off, rubbing the back of his neck. Weird.

"Security," he mumbles instead. "I worked ... n-night shifts. By my-- myself."

Hey, at least that shadow's gone now.