Drift can't mask it -- his optics widen slightly, his spark drawing in tight in his chest. This is a rare moment, he knows, and he makes sure to savor it. He is being granted something special here. No one's ever entrusted him with something like this before. Drift's taken on plenty of responsibility himself, much of it far from his concern, but it's rare that anyone lends him that trust. His optics dim, a wave of emotion rolling through him, and he casts his gaze downward, nodding.

"I will." There's a world of sincerity in his voice, barer than usual. "I can promise you that."