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HereIt was... refreshing, to have a conversation with Willow Rosenberg. Especially if one considers our history. This is after all, the girl I condemned to death once. Her or thousands of others. But we didn't talk about that now. We talked about...normal things
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Picking up my tea, I sighed and sipped it. The hot liquid flowing down my throat didn't do much to soothe me this time. I was getting tired and my side was starting to ache. I'd take my medication right before bed though, they tend to make me rather drowsy. I hated that feeling, which is why I tended to avoid taking those as much as possible.
I looked up when Willow handed me the phone back and sighed again.
"Don't sigh so much. You sure you're okay? You sound like you overdid it." I could practically hear the accusation in her voice.
"I wasn't sighing, Cordy," I sighed and then frowned. Dammit. "I'm fine, alright? Willow is fine, I'm fine, we're both fine. We're having a nice conversation and some hot tea."
"Yeah well," and there was that mental eyeroll again. "Just gimme a ring when Angel or Gunn need to pick her up. You are not, I repeat *not*, going to drop her of yourself. Ya hear me?"
"Yes, your Majesty," I did my mental version of an eyerol. Which was just as good as Cordelia's.
"Damn straight. Now go, have your tea, be merry and all that. And don't you run away from us without warning again."
"Yes, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I glanced over at Willow and rolled my eyes at her.
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"Wow, she's really motherly since I last saw her," I giggled, picking up my tea and feeling it warm up my hands. "It's kinda sweet, though, and unusually... not self-centred of her. I bit perdantic but hey, what can you do. Wanna sit?"
I didn't wait for an answer before I walked over towards the sofa. The table and chairs may have been more appropriate, but I was comfort-girl. I folded my legs under me, snuggling into the corner of the couch happily.
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"Yes, she's changed a lot," I agreed with her, smiling softly at the phone. As exhausting as Cordelia could be, it was also quite warming to know there were at least three people who cared. Well, four, since Willow has been awfully attentive as well.
"What?" I looked up, her words tearing me out my thoughts and watched as she made herself comfortable on the sofa. I had to smile at that. It was almost as though she felt at home here in my meager apartment. I moved over to the kitchen to pick up my tea and then sank down beside her on the sofa carefully.
"I guess we all changed a lot since...those day's." Of course I didn't need to explain to her what 'those day's' were. Just as I was about to sip my tea, there was a loud crash outside, followed by lightning and thunder. "Summer storm," I muttered, looking at the window with a frown.
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