Giles nods. He understands as well as anyone how magic can complicate things, and why some people would rather not have that in their lives. Thoughts of Willow flicker across his mind and he frowns slightly, eyes distant and faintly troubled. His eyes clear as he turns them back on Sunshine, though the frown remains.

"Wars?" he asks, gently if still with curiosity, knowing that it's likely a sore subject. "Will you tell me what happened?"