He took her word with a grain of salt. While she had the best of intentions, Raven was sure, there was no such promise. There never was. Rukia might not have understood the severity of mortality as a shinigami, but she was still growing here.

The hug lasted for quite sometime before he forfeited his hold. The arched unlatched slowly, and he gently wedged space between them. Though his hand rested comfortably on her head for a longer duration. A part of him that didn't want to give her up. Raven so desperately wanted to make up for his selfishness that he subjected her to for the past month, and yet he had no idea how to. Eventually, maybe, perhaps, one day that would happen.

"The rest of the house is waitin fer ya."

After all, it was a rather tight knit home. With how they all had bonded...for the most part.