No... You've never broken your promises to me. I just don't want to lose you again...

[ She falls quiet, and before she can even help it the tears are back. She's freaking out on him because she doesn't want to lose him, and she's being a jerk, she can tell that much. So she turns away from him quickly and starts walking, and for a moment it looks like she's just going to leave him.

But then she stops by the wall, where a tattered tapestry of some sort was hanging. Leaning up on her tip toes she reaches up and yanks it down, completely covering herself in dust in the process. A pathetic sounding coughing fit (it's not so tough when you're sniffling between coughs) and a few shakes of the thing and she turns back to him, holding it up in question as if to ask if it'll do at least to get him to the playhouse so she can get him clothes... or maybe just bring him to her apartment, she hasn't completely thought through her plan.

There are still tears welled in her eyes and tracks down her cheeks as she awaits his decision on the decrepit piece of cloth. ]

We can move you to the Claire tomb... Or my apartment, your choice.