[ When Vi approaches, Buffy turns, a flash of surprise turning into a mingled look of gratitude. She needs that, particularly when it echoes alongside Elena's affirmation that what Buffy did was a mistake. Turning her attention back to Elena, Buffy smile is strained and uncertain but present all the same, like she doesn't know how to read Elena's platitudes. ]

I'm glad you think so. [ She turns so that Vi is just as welcome in the conversation, side-stepping to effectively shut Des out as he steps away in the interest of making it a small circle between the three of them. ] And relieved, honestly. I'm not about to go singing through the streets of Oz, but that is one boogeyman I'll be glad to not have any more nightmares about.