The Sentinels if tomorrow you won't be mine

Aria fumbles over her words just as much as Constantine does, but quiets herself to let him speak. "We... er... I..." was all she manages to sputter before hushing. He'd handled it well-- not that he knew what she was talking about, it seemed.

"You are the rightful leader of Donnelaith," she agrees. "And soon you will be able to be just that-- if it is still what you wish for," she adds, though her mind is already made up. She will leave, and Constantine will come with.