Tara shut her book and put it down beside her, crossing her legs and folding her hands into her lap. So much had happened, to all of them, that saying everything was fine would be a lie, but saying that things were not great seemed inaccurate as well.

"Quiet," was all Tara could finally think to say. Much like Tara herself, things recently had felt quiet. Things with Willow were...again, not bad, but...things felt a little off, and that had to be dealt with and worked through eventually. Then there was Xander and everything with Fangtasia.

"Are you...all right?" Tara probed, gently, wondering if she'd get a straight answer out of the Slayer.