WILLOW: (groaning) I had too much nog.
TARA: (sympathetic) Oh, baby, want me to rub your tummy?
[To the others]
She likes it when I ... (pauses, quietly) stop explaining things.
WILLOW: (crying) I can't do this.
Tara kisses her on the forehead, then on the mouth. Willow returns the kiss. Tara then rests her forehead against Willow's, rubbing her shoulders.
TARA: We can do this.
WILLOW: Okay. We can be there for Buffy. And Dawn. (crying) Little Dawn.
TARA: We can be strong.
WILLOW: Strong like an Amazon?
TARA: Strong like an Amazon, right.
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