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For once, Cordelia has no sharp-tongued rebuke to offer as she’s shoved behind the other girl, stumbling backward in heel-clad feet. She loathes to admit it, but even after everything with Angel and Wesley, even after Faith has gone ROGUE far too many times for her to try and count, there’s still something that feels unnervingly safe about the Slayer. Especially now that she’s shielding Cordelia from… whatever the hell that slimy, growly, AWFUL thing before them is.
But instead of acknowledging this, Cordelia Chase does what every Sunnydale expat does best: Denial. She ignores the way Faith’s arm is thrown up before her as if that alone can keep her out of harm’s way. She pretends it doesn’t matter that the girl who once had absolutely no qualms about ( literally ) knocking Cordelia out of the way to get what she wanted is now potentially risking her life for her. Instead, she simply allows her face to scrunch up in DISGUST, a hand on the smaller girl’s shoulder her only show of gratitude as she loudly proclaims, “No problem there; because, ew, what the hell is that thing?”
