Willow half slumped in her seat. She was struggling to keep the illusion on her arm in place. By this point she had drained most of the bottle, the glass becoming full again as quickly as the drink went down her throat. She still didn't like the look of Lilith, but had more important things to worry about. She had picked a table where the shadows fell perfectly across her arm and face, so anyone who hadn't seen her in the light wouldn't notice anything odd. Willow pulled out what looked to be a sewing kit and quietly began to stich her own arm up, part of the drink going onto a rag to clean it. 
It took less than a minute to get the entire gash sewn up. Willow started to run her good hand up and down it, from an outside point it simply looked like she was rubbing her arm, but if one were close they could see little yellow lights shooting into the wound. She settled back and felt the color returning to her face meaning the little lights were doing their job. She had made them to go into her arm and fix all of the nerves and blood vessels and anything else that had been injured. 
The last bit of the drink disappeared and Willow took the time to actually look around her for the first time since coming in. Her gaze lingered on Lilith, but not too long just in case she noticed. Willow knew she shouldn't not like her outright, but couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort. [@CandiBarr]