[Willow gives Faith a small smile and returns the wave as she goes, and as soon as the door is shut, a little more of the tension in her drains away. Until she sees the look on Tara's face.

She's quiet for a long moment in the wake of the disapproving frown. If anyone had asked her this morning how today would have gone, she never would have expected to have the rug ripped out from under her quite to this extreme. Still, Tara deserves an explanation.

She runs a hand over her face as she tries to recollect her thoughts.]

It's, um, a Paleblood thing. People can't lie to us this month, it's why Ozpin couldn't...

[She trails off, and follows Tara upstairs. She winces a little as the drawers open and shut louder than is actually necessary, and sighs.]

I know Buffy wouldn't trust her, but she's the help we have right now.