"So, this is really going to be group therapy, right? Not a thinly veiled excuse for torture?"

She's relatively calm, if wary, as she sits in her seat and glances around. If it really is therapy, Willow honestly doesn't mind being here. Talking about her mistakes might be painful, but she knows not to deny that they'd happened, or she'd just repeat them. If she'd had the option to see a therapist back on Earth without having to go through a song and dance about demons existing, she might have gone to see one on her own.