He didn't want to talk about it, so impressively shifted the topic to where she'd been, not something she wanted to reminice about either, the place had been worse than hell. Least in hell she'd had a purpose, had her plans, had her faith. Back there...
"It was different. I don't want to talk about it either." she said shortly. Talking about her life as a mortal woman, that stupid whore of a woman she had been, it was the last thing she ever wanted to relive and she'd been forced to.
"But I'm back now, and so will Faith be. Those Powers aren't going to loose one of their Slayers, now are they. And if they pulled me back, why not her?."
She reached out to take his hand in her own and pull him into a comforting hug, just for a moment, he needed that, he needed to know he wasn't alone, would never be alone. Never again.