She told the others she didn't remember much about what had happened to her body while she had worked to resurrect Buffy, but it was yet another lie. She was growing accustomed to telling those these days, but they had to be said. Xander and Tara especially could not know how much she had hurt to bring Buffy back. Buffy herself could not know that she had spilled innocent blood, that she relived the horror of calling the beautiful fawn to her just to kill it every night, or that she remembered the way her body had twisted and turned, inside and out, until she had puked the snake every time a virus hit her.

They couldn't know all she had done. They need only know that she had and would sacrifice anything, any one including herself, to bring Buffy back. Love, after all, did make you do the wacky.

The End