Buffy barely fights off a faint smile, distantly aware of how peculiar her reaction given the heavy topic. There are few people here she feels comfortable confiding in, spoiled with the same friends and allies since adolescence back in Sunnydale. She's not a reclusive person by far, but some things are easier to share than others, and even fewer understand so thoroughly what her life has been like. Ishiah is a gift, she's realizing more and more these days, constantly asking herself how she didn't see it before.

Plus, it's always flattering when a cute guy wants to 'better know her,' even if said guy is still mourning the loss of his boyfriend. (Boyfriend, she reminds herself, just in case it didn't sink in the first few times. She would conveniently forget such a key detail.)

"Dawn," breathes Buffy, answering the question with a purposeful nod. "We fight a lot," she continues, mindful to remain in the present tense no matter how long it's been since they were last together. "Not fight, actually, that sounds too dark. More like... squabble. She likes to borrow my clothes without asking and always eats the last of the cereal but never throws away the box. And lately she's taken to teasing me for being shorter which doesn't even bother me because I've been this height my whole life, I'm used to it, I take pride in my height or lack thereof. But just in case, she's not allowed to wear heels."