The youngest Summers didn't return the smile, but she never smiled now. She hadn't since long before she'd gotten to the prison, to the point where she wasn't sure she even remembered how to do it. When the witch said that the curse had been only for Angel, her eyes narrowed slightly, then shifted away, to Giles. The only reason she'd been okay with the concept of using the Gypsy curse to begin with had been the slim possibility that it would work on the thing wearing her sister's body.
"How much time?" Dawn replied shortly, crossing her arms over herself, blue eyes shifting from Giles back to Willow, then to the Orb of Thesulah itself. Just how many of those were there in the world?