[Willow steps over to Tara and gently lays a hand on her arm. She's careful to avoid bare skin, but it's hard not to want to comfort her.]

Tara, I was in Deerington for, like, eight months, then here for another three, or thereabouts, before you came. And most of the time, it made Sunnydale look... Boring. Trust me, I still have all kinds of stories I can tell about the stuff that happened there, but the main reason why I haven't yet is because it's kind of a lot to talk about all in one sitting. I'm not trying to keep things from you, I promise.

[Well... There are a few stories she's deliberately avoiding sharing because she worries how Tara will react, or because she's still processing herself, but it will come in time.]