[Now it's Disciple's turn to smile wryly at Willow, weariness in her eyes.] People find it hard to trust when they've been hurt, I know. Trust me, I know. It'll be all right somehow, I'm sure.

Oh, no, there's nothing for you to make up to me, Willow! Let me take you out to lunch some time soon, to say thank you for helping me find a job, all right? [There's a bit less tiredness and much more genuine enthusiasm in her smile this time; if there's another thing Disciple understands too well, it's loneliness, even if it's been a long time since she's been alone. And anyway, she likes Willow. The girl's kindness and optimism has helped ease the pain that seeing Signless hurt had inflicted on her heart.]