Buffy nodded, unable to let herself be fully comforted until she saw that Willow was alright for herself. She closed her eyes and focused on taking a deep breath; it wouldn't do anyone any good if made herself sick with worry before she even knew the truth of everything that had happened.
She opened her eyes when she felt Ambrose take her hand. "You're right. I know. I think I'm just kind of used to preparing myself for the worst. It's a bad habit. Worse even than nail biting," she said with a smile that wasn't forced. She was still worried, but she had to accept that sometimes, just sometimes, there wasn't anything she could do. "I'm not so good with the patient waiting thing. Before I was always able to, you know, run out and punch something, and there were results."