Constance put a hand on her hip as the boys barged into the room, ready to lash out that she didn’t care in the slightest that Conway had landed. They were interrupting an important meeting with important people, and she wasn’t about to come running at Conway’s beck-and-call like some lapdog when she finally found sensible people who actually understood her value. However, her face softened as Edward mentioned an obelisk and she stepped forward, stopping only when she heard Maxine’s voice. Didn’t have time for an adventure? Nonsense. Constance was the only one who knew what time she did and did not have, even if it did make Maxine wrinkle her brow. 
 
Yet she hesitated and listened carefully as Edward and Maxine exchanged words about Joseph Geralt. The Joseph Geralt, actually. She finally remembered the significance behind that name: he had been the damn fool who tried to fly through the storm wall and got himself killed (or not, actually). A living legend, then. An old living legend. Constance squinted at the mention of his age. She had only agreed to meet the man; it wasn’t as if she was throwing herself into a shotgun wedding. She also did not understand Edward’s rush; it wasn’t like the obelisk was going to be going anywhere anytime soon.
 
Still, why choose when you could have both?
 
“Maxine, dear, why don’t you have Arn tell Mr. Geralt to come join us?” Already she was speaking as if she was going with Edward and the others. “I would love to see more of this land, and we could use the ride over to the obelisk as time to get to know each other. Personally, that sounds like an absolutely fantastic idea to me.” She offered Maxine a soft smile. “Please. They are a rather helpless bunch and I fear what would happen if I wasn’t there to take care of them. I wouldn’t want to sour the Holloway reputation by having one of my fellow travellers make an ass out of themselves.”