ways_back_room | (no subject)

So.

Faith is home. This is due to three things - her yelling in my head to let her loose from the coma, a stomach bug that's stopping me from actually enjoying my break, and, uhm, boredom.

So Faith is home. And awake. But...she's not entirely well. Her eyes are still yellow, and anybody who threads with her is likely to notice some other...small changes.

Don't be surprised if she lapses into Italian mid-sentence, is all I'm saying.

'Cause, like Spike said, the thing about magic...there's always consequences...