[Well, it's easy to adapt when your ~aesthetics~ aren't being compromised. Woe is Sebastian.]
[He bows, deeply and formally, in response to the request. Also:] And may He watch over you here. [/belongs in a trash can]
[He would leave, but then he taps his journal once, to indicate where he's getting this information:] Constance is well, but unable to make it here on her own. I will return her to your side.
[he checked his journal in a dimensional pocket, not in front of her. what is logic. It's not a distress call as such, but since there have been none of those as of yet, might as well go play tour guide.]