[She smiles weakly.] I know. I had my dead girlfriend show up before. It's not fair.

[She slowly shuffles over and tentatively sits next to him, leaning in to get a clear view at his face. Willow is still nervous, but she isn't letting it stop her-- she's mostly just nervous because she's still expecting him to tell her to shove off.] I know you won't eat me, which um, is an improvement over some other people I've had similar conversations with. I just feel badly. I didn't realize it'd be such hard news, and I said it, and you just got here. I try not to lay the big stuff on people all at once.