"Teeth?" Vivian King repeated curiously. "What teeth?"
Giles shook his head, tearing his gaze from his wife as he answered, "She's been saying she sees the Earth's teeth."
"The Hellmouth," Jenny chimed in. "Back home in Sunnydale."
He glanced up at her, head cocked to one side as a small part of him pondered her wording. Had she meant Willow's home, or did Jenny still think of Sunnydale as their home?
"Her pupils are dilated," Agatha broke into his thoughts, leaning back from examining Willow.
He furrowed his brows. "Well what does that mean?"
Vivian glanced up at he and Jenny. "Well, when joined with a fever, violent spasms and mad ramblings, I'd say she's under the influence of something supernatural."
"I see." He met Jenny's eyes, taking her hand when she reached for him, approaching.
"Under the influence," Jenny repeated. "Meaning..."
"Well, has she at any time gone off on her own this afternoon? For a span of more than a few minutes?"
Giles glanced to his wife, recognizing the expression on her face as that of deep confusion. To Vivian, he asked Jenny's silent question, "Wh-where is she going?"
"To summon Frau Werner."
"The witch from Dresden," he replied, to which Vivian nodded.
"Yes. She has a rather extensive history, supposedly, of being able to bring young witches back from the darkest areas of magic." Then, she glanced to Jenny. "And Jennifer, I know you'll bristle at this, but I think it best that you keep your distance at this point."
Giles inwardly cringed, knowing that wouldn't sit well with Jenny. And predictably, when he glanced over at her, it was to find her brows furrowing indignantly. "What? Why?"
"This has the potential to become quite dangerous, and I don't think I need to tell you why you should exercise precaution."
His eyes twitched into a narrow as she studied the older woman while she held Jenny's defiant stare, wondering if he'd misheard the inflection in her tone.
"But Willow is essentially my responsibility. I was the first one to
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Jenny paused at that, leaning back from her confrontational stance slightly as she took in the look Vivian was giving her. Then, softly, she murmured, "You know?"
Vivian nodded, a subdued smile on her face. "My dear, I saw the shift in your aura before you felt the slightest indication of what was happening."
"But why--"
"Didn't I say anything?" She raised an eyebrow. "Would you have wanted me to tell you what was going on, rather than discover it on your own?"
"I guess not," She replied, a bit dumbly, brows still furrowed in confusion.
"And..." Vivian got to her feet, keeping a watchful eye on Willow, who was still whimpering in her bed. "While I think it's simply marvelous for the both of you, I also think it would be wise of you to take a step back for right now."
Jenny leaned around her, peering at Willow. "She needs me."
"She's not herself right now, Jennifer. If her condition worsens and she slips further into her delirium, she may no longer recognize you, nor her need for your guidance."
Giles reached for her hand again, feeling the tension in her as he threaded his fingers through hers, pressing carefully, "She has a point, Jenny
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Giles shook his head, tearing his gaze from his wife as he answered, "She's been saying she sees the Earth's teeth."
"The Hellmouth," Jenny chimed in. "Back home in Sunnydale."
He glanced up at her, head cocked to one side as a small part of him pondered her wording. Had she meant Willow's home, or did Jenny still think of Sunnydale as their home?
"Her pupils are dilated," Agatha broke into his thoughts, leaning back from examining Willow.
He furrowed his brows. "Well what does that mean?"
Vivian glanced up at he and Jenny. "Well, when joined with a fever, violent spasms and mad ramblings, I'd say she's under the influence of something supernatural."
"I see." He met Jenny's eyes, taking her hand when she reached for him, approaching.
"Under the influence," Jenny repeated. "Meaning..."
"Well, has she at any time gone off on her own this afternoon? For a span of more than a few minutes?"
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"To summon Frau Werner."
"The witch from Dresden," he replied, to which Vivian nodded.
"Yes. She has a rather extensive history, supposedly, of being able to bring young witches back from the darkest areas of magic." Then, she glanced to Jenny. "And Jennifer, I know you'll bristle at this, but I think it best that you keep your distance at this point."
Giles inwardly cringed, knowing that wouldn't sit well with Jenny. And predictably, when he glanced over at her, it was to find her brows furrowing indignantly. "What? Why?"
"This has the potential to become quite dangerous, and I don't think I need to tell you why you should exercise precaution."
His eyes twitched into a narrow as she studied the older woman while she held Jenny's defiant stare, wondering if he'd misheard the inflection in her tone.
"But Willow is essentially my responsibility. I was the first one to ( ... )
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Vivian nodded, a subdued smile on her face. "My dear, I saw the shift in your aura before you felt the slightest indication of what was happening."
"But why--"
"Didn't I say anything?" She raised an eyebrow. "Would you have wanted me to tell you what was going on, rather than discover it on your own?"
"I guess not," She replied, a bit dumbly, brows still furrowed in confusion.
"And..." Vivian got to her feet, keeping a watchful eye on Willow, who was still whimpering in her bed. "While I think it's simply marvelous for the both of you, I also think it would be wise of you to take a step back for right now."
Jenny leaned around her, peering at Willow. "She needs me."
"She's not herself right now, Jennifer. If her condition worsens and she slips further into her delirium, she may no longer recognize you, nor her need for your guidance."
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