"Of course you may ask," Catelyn assured the young witch, "Her name’s Sansa. I have another daughter named Arya but….braid her hair at your peril”
She offered Willow a small smile, but it faded as quickly as Willow’s own when she spoke about her Mother. She may be confessing to no more than her Mother’s reluctance to fuss with her hair, but it was evident to anyone with an ounce of sense that there was much more grief there than a neglect of hair styling.
"I see…." Catelyn nodded; she never understood how any Mother could turn themselves away from their children, even for a moment. Why else have them? "I’m sorry….if I’ve upset you, it wasn’t my intent, I assure you"
She briefly placed a hand upon Willow’s arm in sympathetic support, and was pleased at how bright the girl became once again on the subject of magick.
"I’m glad to hear it…..but magicks are something at which you never stop learning. Even when you’re old and grey, there shall be lessons to be learned still…” She paused, looking at Willow curiously, “Is there any magick in your family at all? It’s rare for one so young to take to it so quickly without….familial connections shall we say?”
"Unique names!” She chuckled at the mention of Arya’s dislike of braided hair. Willow personally didn’t mind wearing braids, when she had longer hair.
Willow nodded sadly, the memories still afresh in her mind--of her mother’s neglect throughout her life. She wished that her mother might be more like Buffy’s, easy to talk to and always present.
“Its--it’s alright... And you weren’t to know, how could you?”
She smiled, upon feeling Catelyn’s comforting hand on her arm.
“I know...there is so much to learn, I’ve been reading up on spells too. I don’t think so--I’m the only one as far as I know.”.
She wondered whether she should tell Catelyn, of her spell to re-ensoul Angel.