Her eyes reluctantly opened and focused on Buffy's when she was pushed back a little, but Buffy wasn't the only one who couldn't really talk about that night. Not yet. She gazed up at her sister, then nodded in silent reply to what she said about being there and getting through it. She just hoped she was right, and didn't argue when she was pulled back in.
After they parted a second time, Dawn slowly smiled at seeing her sister laugh, and when Buffy touched her hair, she forced herself not to flinch back. Instead, she tilted her head against the cool hand just a little. Buffy hadn't combed her hair with her fingers in years, not since before their mother had died, and she realized, suddenly, that she had missed that desperately. Then Buffy was letting her go and turning away, and Dawn slowly wrapped her arms around herself, already missing her touch.
"Okay. You...should check the stores. Any malls close by. She likes clothes and shoes and hair stuff, so...she's probably got some really nice place, too." Absently, she bit her lip. "I haven't heard anyone saying anything about an influx of crazy people, but has she started feeding yet that you know of?"