[It was abrupt, but she needed to get clean, needed some kind of separation between her and what she'd done. Willow doesn't want to see the highblood wrecked by her violence every time she closes her eyes, the smell of blood thick around her.

The fact that it means he has to leave, temporarily... she reaches out to grab him before he can quite get out the door, a bit jerkily. As much as it seems she's composing herself bit by bit, there's a plateau, a point she can't move past.] Don't take too long, [she implores unsurely, like she has to push herself into being demanding.] You're right next door-- I'll come over if I have to. You shouldn't be alone right now, either.

[And she lets go of him.]