[ There's a non-commmital sound from her. It's partly a dismissal at his confidence in her jewelry making skills and partly towards this supposed promise she had made him. Had she agreed because she so desperately wanted to feel included? To feel wanted? Is it some kindness he's giving her because he feels pity towards her and that her temper tantrum as she is coming to think of it, had worked in some way, shape or form?

It's too much to think about this early (is it even early?) in the morning and when she can feel the hangover that she's undoubtedly going to have the rest of the day creeping at the edges of her mind. Weariness and an impending hangover aren't enough to stop her from feeling and  sounding reticent despite her best efforts to sound like a less than chipper version of herself. ]

I guess if I promised, I don't really have a choice, do I? 

[ When she makes it though hadn't been discussed as far as she's aware - otherwise he would have mentioned that too. And maybe she would some day when her heart didn't feel so heavy and aching as it did right now. Maybe some day when she didn't feel the creep of the jealous creature stroke its sharpened claws along the length of her spine reminding her that it was still there, ever present. ] 

It won't be today though. I feel like I woke up with cotton balls in my mouth.