It seemed like everyone but Xander that had come from Sunnydale (or even LA) was ahead of her now. It was kind of disconcerting, actually.
When he explained why everyone was 'walking on eggshells around her' as she put it, she felt like all of the air had been knocked out of her chest. She wrapped her arms around herself, taking several deep breaths in a vain effort to calm herself down. She had to admit that, no matter what she had been thinking, she hadn't really thought of that. "What else?" she asked. "You're leaving something out." She could tell, somehow, that he was. What could be worse than her dying?