"It...it isn't perfect," she said. "I'm still working on them. But these are things I can promise you, and you can promise me."

She joined him on the couch, curling up beside him and laying her head on his shoulder, tucking her hair out of her face behind an ear. It was growing out, but still short of her shoulders. Sinthia had been leaving tiny hints of hair clips around the apartment, and was planning to ask Illya for his help designing one. "And I will promise them to you, in five weeks."