<sub>[Hey, at least Heather's got the situation under control! She doesn't want Rise to worryyyy.]

[She grins her signature crooked grin and presses her hand down a little more firmly, to reassure her.]</sub>

I promise.

We can make a girl's night of it or something. Complete with ice cream and bad television and ranting about everything bad to happen lately, ever. You can hold me to it.

_{[And she MEANT that. Heather was sick of breaking promises-- she would tell Rise what was up. Just... when they had time.]}