Constantine teleported back to his room, the familiar space giving him a fleeting sense of comfort. He placed the dragon figurine on his nightstand, feeling the faint trace of power within it, and changed into regular pajamas. Sensing someone approaching, he yelled out before they could knock.
"It's open."
Shift entered, her expression a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "Can we talk?" she asked.
Constantine nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, sure."
"Things have been so...intense lately." she said.
"Yeah, I miss the old days," Constantine said, "like the time we passed out on your couch after playing games for over 12 hours straight." he laughed.
"Or that time we went to that little diner after training, and you convinced the chef to make us breakfast even though it was the middle of the night?" Shift added, her eyes sparkling with the memory.
