"I will." It is not a promise she can truly hope to keep- but she cannot say 'I promise to try'. Not when she'd demanded something of him. Not when he'd given his word so neatly. She lets her hands hang loose at her sides, Compassion drifting further away on the other side of the veil. No glow, no magic just...Adelaide.

"You have my word." For what it is worth. One more stone on the burden of expectations- but one she will carry as best she can. She steps away, then, to give others their opportunity at a goodbye or- demands of their own.