The display of magic and raw power coming from Daniel of all people had Buffy reeling right back into shock territory again. He was a witch. Granted her somewhat skewed view of Supernaturals as a whole had changed in light of recent events, he was clearly practiced at the art of magic. Had he been lying to her all along while they were growing up? Had his name ever really been Daniel? A hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach, Buffy prepared herself for all the worst things.
"You never told me," she said finally, the edge still to her voice as the walls came up. She was very prepared to have her faith in yet another person shattered in one fell swoop, and it showed on her face. "Were you ever Daniel, or was that all a bunch of bullshit too?"
Buffy looked up at Ambrose when he turned to her again, not sure what to feel about the situation. She met his gaze, finding comfort and security in it as she nodded. "Yeah. I'll hold off on the severe ass-kicking he deserves. For you." She was glad he was here. For so many reasons.
Unexpected was the girl, Lucius' slave she guessed as that sick feeling in her stomach intensified, handing her the cold can. She blinked, surprised but able to muster a slightly tired but grateful smile. She'd forgotten about her cheek, but she accepted the can and pressed it against it. "Thanks. Buffy, by the way, if you couldn't tell from the repeated shouting."