There are only so many people who'd be stopping by unexpectedly like this. D'Artagnan has a few acquaintances here in Darrow who aren't anyone he knows from home, but no one who would just be knocking on his door, he thinks. Odds are, it's either a neighbor, or, more likely, it's Constance or one of the others. As such, he isn't exactly surprised when he peers out and sees her there, opening the door a moment later, smiling instinctively. One of these days, he thinks, he's got to just ask her if she wants to move in, something that, as far as he can gather, wouldn't be out of the ordinary here at all. Until then, her presence is always a welcome one.

"Constance," he says, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth before he stands aside to let her in. "I didn't know you were coming by."