"Take her with you," Willow repeated. "Because I'm stupid and lame and the worst witch ever and can't fix her, and your Willow can, and plus we're getting all new students and teachers who can talk to animals and Jenny's back and the likelihood of somebody talking to Amy or otherwise finding out that I'm not supposed to have her is way too high for my ability to sleep at night and I swear that's not the main reason why I'm asking you since yay, woo, fixed Amy but it's a factor and I'm panicking and please?"

All in one breath too.