Dawn had forgotten how much Willow could talk when she was excited and or curious about something. It was more than comforting though to hear the ranting she had missed so much. It was like the past few months hadn't actually happened and everything was the way it should be. Willow hadn't lost herself, Spike hadn't lost himself and no one had a deal with the devil.
Willow's hug warmed her in a way she hadn't feel in what seemed like a small forever. In reality it hadn't been that long of course, but time just seemed to crawl when everything went wrong. Dawn smiled a little at Willow ordering her to spill, not even sure where to begin said spilling. She shook her head at the magick question, though she supposed it did have something to do with that. "I wasn't playing with anything, Wil, I swear," she said. "I just.... go places." A bit of a sad smile played on her lips, "I think whatever the monks used to make me, I think it might be wearing off or something."
She glanced around the place that Willow inhabited and then looked back to the red head. "But we can talk about that later. We need to figure out how to get you back where you belong."