"I do not wish for trouble," Aramis tells him, looking down at his laced fingers; how thin they are, how delicate-seeming (and he already had quite lithe fingers before he found himself in this form.

"Even if I cannot be at the monastery, I am ... I am attempting to atone for my sins and devote my life as best I can." He says it in that sincere way of his that can at times come across as wry, even in his female form.