"But you can't! I need..."

He raises an eyebrow. This really is a first.

"You." Buffy says in a tiny voice, pretending that she isn't feeling the first prickle of tears. "You're the only thing that..."

"But Oxfam needs me, love. I already have my ticket to the Sudan; these people need fresh water. We're going to get some wells dug and put in standpipes."

Buffy's lip quivers. She's doing well, reining in the hurt, but it's showing. "But I thought you dug me?"