[Willow happens to be very fond of lovesick fishertroll now that she isn't panicking about her circumstances, and has more or less accepted her feelings and the situation. She's much more comfortable than she was during their talk in the infirmary, though she's not entirely at ease yet.
She's calmed, but there's still something nagging at her, beneath everything, that she's ignoring. A remnant of the violence that was weighing on her, and preventing her from speaking with her normal levity and earnestness. Guilt. Senseless and irrational as it was, she pushes it aside for the time being.
A slight hint of a smile at his deflection, the best she can manage, but she's more sure than ever.] I'm ready, [she says, tugging him gently toward the stairs, not intending to let go.] It's not that I want to make it up to you. I just... want to. Cause someone told me you might like hearing these things said out loud.
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She's calmed, but there's still something nagging at her, beneath everything, that she's ignoring. A remnant of the violence that was weighing on her, and preventing her from speaking with her normal levity and earnestness. Guilt. Senseless and irrational as it was, she pushes it aside for the time being.
A slight hint of a smile at his deflection, the best she can manage, but she's more sure than ever.] I'm ready, [she says, tugging him gently toward the stairs, not intending to let go.] It's not that I want to make it up to you. I just... want to. Cause someone told me you might like hearing these things said out loud.
[That someone being him, of course.]