Green eyes went wide again, only this time with relief. It was times like this Willow's face showed, despite everything she and the others had gone through, how young she still actually was. A young girl with the experience of someone far, far older. Of course draining every magic book in sight and then some got her a few of those experiences the cheaty way.
A lot of those experiences, the worldly ones, had been hard gained and sometimes - a lot of times - not willingly. But that was the life they had all chosen to lead. Fight the good fight, them against the baddies. Even if said badie turned out to be a friend. Even if the badie had turned out to be Willow herself back then.
She was relieved to hear Giles say that the spells hadn't drained her though. Things were so hectic and chaotic lately that Willow found herself all confused. Especially with a big spell like ensouling Angel *not* working when it shoulda. With Buffy turning away, Xander being away, Giles-- Oh she'd missed Giles in a fatherly, comforting sorta way.
Her mentor had this calm way of making her feel better about herself. Even if he *was* drinking disturbing coffee. Too bad she nearly tattled on Buffy. No way was she gonna do that. Wasn't her place to tell about the-- beating. And since she didn't know if Buffy had told Giles about the Angelus treatment, she wasn't gonna.
"A-a-after Angelus appeared," she said, nodding her head several times. There! That wasn't a lie. Not perse. She had made the pouches after Angelus had appeared even if it was *after* he'd beaten up Buffy. "Then it was kinda-- uh, you know, to late. Is that coffee any good?" she babbled on, "cause I think I might get some to take away back."