Nope, never heard of 'em. But I'm glad you aren't alone. [She forces a smile, not wanting to be selfish about it. She talks about her sad loneliness enough; even she gets tired of it.] I've made some friends, and I'll... get back to them someday.

[Though she's not so sure of that, anymore, Willow can't own up to that uncertainty.

She looks embarrassed at being caught out.] I'm as okay as I can be? Could you... maybe pour me some water, though? I finished my tea, and I'd do it myself, but. [She holds up the hand with the splint in explanation, and the other one, with the mug. There's a pitcher of water on the night stand that she gestures to.]