"Welll, I don't exactly think this girl would be like a sister. I mean, she'ss not even a slayer, though maybe I should find that Kendraa chick. She might be a cool sister to have." She didn't notice any sadness in his eyes. Instead, she had moved a little more up his legs. When he patted the bed, she almost didn't pay attention. Deep down within her, though, she was thinking that he might be hurting, and she didn't want to hurt him. She felt guilty that he had been hurt.
"Good." She rolled off of him and pulled off her boots, tossing them into a corner while putting her knife on a table by the bed. Faith then rolled over and stretched out next to him, grinning a bit. "Thas good." She murmured, then leaned in and pressed her lips to his.