Willow sat in shock at the newcomer. When he had crashed into the door, she had visibly become pale, now she saw it was someone she didn't know, she calmed down slightly, placing a hand over her heart to try and slow it. He looked in rough shape, but she had seen worse and wasn't particular worried. Though the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to hear the stories behind those scars that dressed his face. She sat thinking about this as he sat down in the booth before she got up and ducked into the kitchen, emerging with a small cake on a cracked plate. Willow set it down in front of the stranger and murmured something about how it would make him feel better and might help him heal a bit faster before going back to the bar counter, turning her back to the rest of the room and staring at the counter top.
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