"No," Buffy says abruptly, shaking her head. "No, not at all. It's just..." She trails off with a faint laugh, hands busied with tucking back her hair as she tries to find the right words to describe how she feels. That's the other thing about Ishiah, the way that he works, she can't just expect him to look at her and know, though it would certainly be easier than trying to explain. And yet, she evidently doesn't have to worry about him understanding her, he's more than proved that thus far.

With a deep breath, she tries again: "Sometimes you say things like that and it's like, like you're peering into my soul." She cuts herself off with another small laugh, shaking her head softly before adding, "Not literally, of course, I know you're not a mind reader. But there aren't a lot of people like me. Like us. This whole being understood thing, it's kind of new to me."