Cordelia, for her part, was pissed off and showed it. Her tone, her demeanor, the expression on her face... she was livid.
But, she was also determined to get through to Peter. It was her duty as his Seer to make sure he didn't lose himself in the war that he was fighting, and it was her duty as his friend to make sure he didn't lose himself period. So rather than rant and rave like she wanted to do, she instead just replied flatly, "You could say that. Find him. Get him back here." A brief hesitation and she did allow her anger to add, "And if you have to do some mild maiming in the process, that's fine by... oh no, you don't."
Her gaze snapped abruptly to Nathan. "You aren't leaving. Sit down," she stated flatly. "I know you're hurt, and angry, and frustrated, but we made a plan and, by God, we're going to see it through."
Willow sighed, looking from Nathan to Cordelia. Her expression was a troubled one, because while she understood their reasoning for this (and agreed with it, otherwise she wouldn't be helping them), she also knew that Peter deserved his space as much as anyone else. Still, now wasn't the time to point that out. So instead, she opted to agree with Cordelia about something else - quite possibly breaking a world record in the process.
"No leaving," she stated and the lock on the office door slid closed. Her green eyes flickered to Nathan. "I'm bringing him back in just a jiff. Both of you," her gaze encompassed Cordelia as well, "stay put." Then she disappeared... only to reappear an instant later.
Snapping her fingers, the coffee pot abruptly filled with hot, steaming coffee and two cups appeared beside it. Then with a small, determined grin and a waggle of her fingers, she was gone once more. This time in search of the MIA Champion.