Willow beams, that is high praise coming from an angel. Or it feels like it ought to be. "Thanks. We, uh, just kinda do what we have to, really. That's how I got into practicing magic in the first place, trying to save the world."

She glances at the tower and sighs. It's going to be a lot harder to prevent the next apocalypse without Buffy. Hopefully that will be a moot point, though, and she'll be able to fix things once she gets back home.

"So how long have you been here, Nick? In Deerington, I mean."