While the sarcasm was pretty apparent in Hel's voice, the witch still did not doubt that even if the Reaper's sisters were not kind all the time, they at least had to be entertaining. And since there were so many, at least one of them had to be kind. Maybe even two if Hel was really lucky! Surely they were at least all as lively as the ghoul, which painted such a joyful picture in the witch's mind that she sighed longingly. Her own sisters had been terrors, but Hel's life prior to Amityville, even if it had been devoid of her own clothing and cute boils, still sounded happy. And given how sad the witch had been earlier, it was enough to hold onto to keep herself content.
"You have a lovely style now, so I am very satisfied to see your own clothing. But if you ever want something totally unique, let me know! I love working with orange." Maybe the witch's own style was a bit more frilly than Hel's, but for her, the witch would make an exception. (Even if she promised herself to sneak in a bit of lace here and there just for fun.)
"Never not even once! I tried to trick my sisters when I was younger, but I was not very good at it so I gave up the whole endeavor entirely." Which was not normally the witch's style, but some tasks just were not suited for one's personality. Trolling was a bit extreme, but mild mischievousness, now that was easy to do!
At Hel's promise to show Belladonna, the ghoul blinked in surprise, but her entire being was soon taken over with glee. With a bright grin she balled her fist and lightly tapped it against Hel's.
"It is a promise, then!" And what a fun promise! To spend time practicing their futures together! The witch was nearly beside herself with joy. After such melancholy earlier, she felt infinitely better. The feeling bubbled up until she laughed, reaching forward to grab Hel in a hug.
"Thank you Hel! You have cheered me up immensely and I am eternally grateful!" Feeling extra sentimental, the witch pressed a kiss to the ghoul's cheek before she let her go with a sigh.
Yes, if Hel promised that things would get better, then they would. If the witch could not continue on her own, she would have her dear friend to pick her up and help her along. With that knowledge, the witch was sure of not only her deep affection for Hel, but also that they would both be very happy together. No matter what. After all, they had promised each other! And that was something the witch would honor with all her heart.
