Raine. Raine who definitely could heal a man with a torn chest and whose powers weren't so self-based at all. But a split-second on that thought and Buffy was the first to kick herself over it. The scales, as Faith had once pointed out to her, are in her favour. She shouldn't feel inadequate when it comes to helping. Except...except here, everyone made that incredibly frustrating comment about how she was more blunt instrument and lacked finesse.

Still, she wasn't interested in learning the ways of the Filial spirits. Buffy ignored her own arm and, once she was within reach of Jack, tugged at his shirt. Whatever this sharp-smelling stuff was, it wasn't as though it could hurt. Right? Or...perhaps it would sting. She has no sweet clue.

"Why Nala? I mean...you strike me as a lot of things, Jack. But not the spell-casting kind of thing."