Oh no. You're all injured. Do you want some help? I'm not the greatest with healing but I could at least get you a, a crutch or something.

[She's extremely earnest. Injured teenage boy is bringing out all of Willow's protective mother hen instincts after shepherding around Dawn and saving lives for the past several years. It doesn't hurt that he's mentioning gods and dragons and all sorts of wacky stuff that she relates to.]