[Her bandaged arms are crossed over her front as she stares at Saya, a pout fully formed on her lips. How was she supposed to make a promise like that if she knew she probably wouldn't be able to keep it? There's a disgruntled sound, a drawn out whine before she answers, much like a petulant child would.]
Fine, I promise.
[Don't blame her that her definition of necessary is different from yours though Saya.]
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Fine, I promise.
[Don't blame her that her definition of necessary is different from yours though Saya.]