Minding her own business, Constance was merely standing along the outskirts of the woods when suddenly, she felt a sharp pain pierce her abdomen. A small gasp escaped her lips and as she fell to the ground, the sound of laughter could be heard. “Well I suppose now I’ll find out if I’m dreaming or not.” Constance mumbled, looking down at the wound and closing her eyes with a light groan.
Pellinore, after talking to Rachel about his beloved somehow being a live again, went searching for Constance in the woods. He knew it was a lot for her to take in and that she needed some time alone, but she can't just stay in the forest by herself. He knew a safe place where the three of them could stay for a while, and hoped she would come.
"Constance?" He had reached the outskirts, and his hazel eyes scanned the area, but he could not find--
He stopped. Laying on the ground was a familiar red-head that he spent the last three hundred years dreaming about. He ran to her and crouched by her side. "C-Constance?"