It seemed like she hadn't thought about it all too much. She was probably so worried that she could perform one spell that she hadn't thought too much about anything else.
Jenny. He still thought about her all of the time. It still depressed him to think about her too much. All of his good memories of her were tainted by the one night that he found her in his bedroom, dressed up like a present from hell. So many things done wrong that year. If only there had been a way to stop all of that from happening. Who knows where they all would be now?
It didn't really do any good to think about what could have been, though. There were plenty of problems going on right now that he had to think harder about. "So, you've done other types of magic, and you haven't had any problems? That right there should tell you that you still have your magic, Willow," he reminded her.
"I don't think that it drained you. You would certainly feel it and know for sure if you had actually been drained. Besides, you would have recovered by now if you really had been drained." People were usually only drained for a couple of days after performing a big spell. Of course, he wasn't sure when the last time a spell of that magnitude had been performed.
He caught that she had stopped before telling him something. "Too late since you made them after what?" He could always tell when she was hiding something. Some things really did never change. Her voice would get higher and her eyes would widen.