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[The familiarity remains a comfort, given how off balance Willow's return has left her feeling. She does trust Ozpin, after all. Far more than she trusts Faith, and more than she trusts the ship's captain who refuses to disclose his name.

His words are ominous, though, and for a moment, she's concerned until he breaks the news that Tara is here, and therefore not dead. She can't suppress the smile.]

Really?

[The smile fades after a couple seconds as she starts putting the pieces together. Tara is here. Faith had mentioned the 'girlfriend situation' and sending her over in a bit. Ozpin's warning that the situation is delicate. She swallows as it dawns on her that this does not sound like it's the happy news it ought to be.]

What, uh. What's going on? Is she okay?

[ He recognizes that dawning relief, the way grief lifts off her like a heavy weight. It is difficult to witness. He laces his fingers, dips his head. ]

For the most part, yes. But there are... two issues of which I'm aware.

The first is a power she is currently finding difficult to control. With a touch, she can sap emotions: she can inflict an emotionless state. While this would be a useful blessing upon Remnant, to have such little modulation of the power is certainly cause for caution and concern. We trust that she will work through it in time, but you must remember not to make direct contact.

[ He knows how cruel this piece of news is, and there is open pity in his expression. ]

The second is an effect we've not yet discovered the source of. It is not one I've discussed with Tara herself, though I have observed it on occasion. She seems to... get lost within herself, for moments at a time. You likened it to something that happened once under Glory.

This is why I say the situation is delicate. There's a great deal we're trying to fix.

[ He gentles again. ]

But she is here, and alive, and has been a part of our household for some months now. We have all been glad to have her.

[Tara is here, alive, and... perhaps not well, exactly, under the circumstances, but at least she is safe. There's nothing more that Willow wants in this moment than to be able to sweep her into her arms and reassure both of them that everything will be all right.

Except, from what Ozpin says, that can't happen. Not unless Tara can get her power under control, at any rate, and if she's been here for months, no doubt they've been trying to find a solution and are still coming up empty handed. The heartache of the news settles in like a physical pain, and Willow has to remind herself that Tara is here, and alive, and that's still a far better situation than her being lost forever.

She takes a deep steadying breath, and while her expression is clearly pained, she doesn't interrupt.

Word of Tara's mental state is a worry of a far different nature, and that they don't even know what caused it seems beyond bizarre. There's no doubt in Willow's mind Tara won't be able to control her power until they figure out how to help her stay grounded in the here and now. To do that, they need to find out what caused it in the first place. It would be a lot easier if she could use magic.

She lets out a breath and runs a hand through her hair.]

We'll figure it out. We have to.

[It's not a surprise that the rest of the household has welcomed her with open arms, but it still brings a small, but warm smile.]

Where is she now? Upstairs?

[ He watches it play across her expression, and his cracks back into open pity. But she stays seated, and reins in the sunny delight and shaken worry in equal measure. She grounds herself better than he might expect her to, and Ozpin subsides with a slightly easier set to his shoulders. ]

Not at the moment. For a little while now, she has been staying with Faith... as a means of keeping safe and away from other targets.

[ Because she cannot bear this place without you, he does not say. It seems kindest to pretend. ]

If you're feeling well enough recovered, I'm sure she'll be glad to see you.

She's staying with Faith?

[That's... not at all what Willow expected to hear, and it's beyond confusing. Tara has only ever briefly encountered Faith in Sunnydale, and it was not by any stretch a pleasant meeting. It takes her a second to remember that a lot has changed in the last few months, and apparently their friendship is a part of that change.

Willow still can't think of anywhere safer than this house, but wherever Tara would be most comfortable, she supposes. Maybe Tara just got nervous about Maul knowing where they lived.]

I want to see her too.

[She doesn't move, although it's sorely tempting to immediately retreat to go find her Omni and tell Tara she's back, and ask her to come home. There are other questions weighing on her mind too.]

Do you have any idea what happened? Seems like the going theory is that it was Maul...

Of course. I won't keep you much longer.

[ It is patient of her to stay here with him when Tara is just across town. He lets it sink in a moment, but his expression cools to worry at the question. ]

That is certainly where the evidence points. I'm afraid I know little of the details... or of what might come next. But it seems that threat is, unfortunately, not left behind us in the dream.

[It's probably just as well that Ozpin doesn't know a whole lot about her death; she's not sure she wants the details. Knowing it was Maul is plenty.]

Yeah... I heard he was able to break the curse we put on him, and kind of... went on the warpath.

[Willow rubs a hand across her forehead. She's been considering her next best steps over the past few days, knowing she hasn't been able to successfully cast a single spell since her first arrival. Maul isn't the only threat here, she's sure. She sighs.]

I, uh, guess I've been trying to figure out how to get my magic working again here for the last six months. I'm pretty dependent on it for defending myself, but maybe it's time to find another way too. Not that I'm giving up or anything, but you know. Just in case.

[She looks up at him and raises her eyebrows a little.]

I could use a good teacher.

[ Maybe it's time to find another way, she says, and he blinks openly at her. Then it sinks in, and a smile warms his face like sunrise. ]

I think that could be arranged.

[Willow breaks into a smile as well. It's not a surprise at all he's willing to help, but it's still appreciated all the same.]

Thanks. I fought a little at home without magic sometimes, but not often and it wasn't exactly my strong suit or anything.