“I’ll b-be fine…” Willow managed to force out, tripping over one word for a moment before she regained composure. However fragile a state it was. Her arms wrapped around her chest, she looked towards Cordelia, hoping the subject would drop and they could focus on other things. Important ones. Anything was better than letting her darker Magicks infiltrate her thoughts.
“Are you sure about that?” Even if she still wasn’t sure of what to do, it was beyond obvious to Cordelia that no matter what Willow said, she was far from fine. “Because you definitely don’t SEEM fine. Far from it, actually. And not to be insensitive or anything, but the last time you weren’t fine and didn’t tell anyone, it kinda didn’t really go over well for anybody involved.”
