She gasps faintly at the sudden onrush of pain, but she grimaces and pushes it down. She's not going to let him feel guilty about something she chose to do, and she does need answers.

"It's me," she answers more quietly than before. It's hard to be overly excitable and freaked out when she's trying to talk through phantom injuries. "I need you to tell me what happened to you." To Willow, seeing someone hurt isn't unexpected; it's nothing for him to feel embarrassed about. The next step was always discussing the threat, deciding what action to take. She fell into that pattern without thinking.