Buffy/Faith
Her gaze flickered to the scar, then back up to Buffy. The First. That was the thing she'd been fighting when Red had done that spell. It still blew her mind a little. With that thought, she glanced over towards there the others seemed to be mostly taking care of the demons and crazies. For an instant, her eyes fell on the redheaded slayer, Vi, and the wicked awesome weapon she had. That must've been the scythe Buffy had mentioned.
When she met Buffy's gaze again, she gave a faint nod at the words. "You will." She waited until she seemed steady enough to sit up, then slid an arm under Buffy's shoulder and helped her up, her other hand still holding the jacket in place. She then started to stand slowly with her, making sure she didn't do something stupid, like faint or some crazy shit like that.
Once Buffy was on her feet, Faith gripped her arm tightly to keep her standing. "You good?"