Raylan nodded at the 'yessir' and headed up the stairs with a hand through his hair. He would have liked to stay on the couch for a few minutes longer, but that pesky responsibility towards other people had him moving with no regard as to what the Marshal wanted.

But that wasn't in the cards for him, nor was any hugs, so he kept on up and to the left towards Doc's room. Leaning against the door softly, Raylan opened it slightly with a gentle turn of the knob and peeked in through the crack. Well, that sure was a body there and it moved it it was breathing - Raylan would take the guess that it was Negan. Either way, the person was alive and that satisfied him well enough.

"Negan's there," he whispered to the upcoming Doc before heading back down and towards the kitchen. That coffee was going to be needed. He glanced to the right as he hit the first floor again, noting the open door to the garage and shivering at the draft it introduced. Yeah, they were going to have to stoke the fires today.