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Aramis keenly remembers teasing Porthos when he had stepped through the door and become a woman. He had teased d'Artagnan and even Athos.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. He had not intended to do anything, really. He spent a good deal of his time praying, a good deal of time trying to atone for his sins.

Instead, this is what happens.

Much as his friends had, he has hitched his clothing tighter so that it may not fall down, and has fashioned something of a harness for ... well, for his new developments, as it were. He knows he could seek out Constance or even, if he was desperate, Milady, but he is not that desperate. He simply makes do and tells himself that God has a reason for everything.

He has always appreciated women and so maybe this is to test that? Who knows. Aramis does not question, at least not much. He is aware, though, that he looks a little foolish, his hair tied up, his clothing, baggy on him as a man, is like a series of large sacks on him, his boots far too big as he makes his way down the hallways. He smiles, though, not having a hat to tip, as he greets people. He knows he's not the only one who's suffered thusly. That's something anyway.

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Cinna dips his head, pressing his fingertips to his brow where a particular wound still aches fairly badly. The spiked gloves the Peacekeepers had worn had been brutal. He remembers being dragged off to the sounds of Katniss's screams -- for more torturing he supposes. President Snow seems to find a sadistic sort of pleasure in the torture of those who oppose him.

"I was beaten. Nothing more." Cinna answers. But it was a lot more than that. He would be dead. He already knows. It's an inevitability. Snow can't let him live.

He looks up to Aramis and shakes his head. "There is nothing to be done. I'll lie down and rest and heal. I can ask no more of you." There is also the matter that he doesn't enjoy depending on or being in anyone's debt. "I will find a way to repay you for your kindness someday."

A pause, as he remembers how Aramis had seemed so alive once his friends had arrived in Teleios. "Are you alone here?"

"My comrades are here," Aramis tells him, brows still drawn in concern. Cinna seems like a very, very nice man and has clearly suffered trauma. He owes Aramis nothing. "I was actually the last of our group to arrive, he says, bringing over the wine for Cinna to drink; it is the least he can do. "The other had been here - more or less - for nearly a year when I was here."

He gives his head a shake, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. "I do not claim to understand time here. It seems to stop, picking up when we return to our homes, no matter how long we have been here."

Cinna nods, glad for Aramis. He'd only just begun to understand how important the others were to Aramis, the many layers that went with that, but he likes that Aramis is not alone. Of course, thinking of Porthos makes him think of Grey and how he had looked up to the other man and therein lies a spiral that he can't allow himself right now.

He takes the offered wine, appreciating the familiarity of it. A part of him wants to drown himself in the glass. He can't allow himself that though. So he sips an appropriate amount, absolutely proper about it.

The way Aramis describes this place is familiar. Still, Cinna cannot go home. But he remembers Katniss and other friends telling him tales of how they went home and no time had passed. They returned having not missed a thing. Cinna nods his understanding, seemingly not surprised by it. "I cannot go home."

Drawing a deep breath, he lifts his chin a bit. "I will try to make the best of my time here. Perhaps you and I will be very good friends." As they once were.

"I hope so," Aramis tells him, gently and sincerely. "I can be found via this communication device," he adds, showing Cinna the one that his room has for him. "I cannot claim to understand how it works, it is far beyond my time, but it is quite efficient. I will, if you do not mind, come to check on your in a few days?"

There is a brief flutter of hope in his chest when Cinna thinks of communication devices. Grey. There is no bracelet on his wrist and that hope is immediately gone. Of course there's no bracelet. Of course not. Silly to think of it, really.

"It looks like something that might be from my time." He says with a nod. "I'm certain I can learn it well enough." Although, he's thinking he might just sequester himself into this room for a few days at least, to heal, to mourn, to find the ground beneath his feet.

He nods at Aramis, unable to turn the offer down even though the thought crosses his mind if just because Aramis must have his friends here to spend time with and he has done so much for Cinna already. And maybe, without those he loves, Cinna just wants to be alone. So agrees, with a slight addendum. "But please, don't go out of your way. I'll be alright."

"I am sure you will be," Aramis says, his expression warm, concerned and inquisitive all at once. "But it will hardly be an inconvenience."

Seeing as he's been sequestered himself most of the time, praying, there is hardly a social calendar to be impinged upon. "If you need food or anything else, don't hesitate to reach out. After all," he says, "we all closed in here together."

He smiles as he says it, but it's not always a source of joy.

"Until then, I shall let you rest and look forward to seeing you soon."

There is something comforting in having Aramis here, even if the other man has no idea about the comfort or the why of it. It almost makes Cinna feel like he isn't alone. Although he thinks the Aramis he knew would have stayed and held him for a bit, if just an arm around his shoulders. What a good friend and confidant Aramis had been.

Cinna nods and shakes what was from his thoughts. He needs to focus on what is... at least until he is alone.

"Thank you very much, Aramis. Your kindness will not be forgotten. And I hope your transformation rights itself soon if you wish it so." Cinna offers.

Once Aramis is gone, Cinna moves to his closet. It takes him a lot longer than usual to change into some clean clothes but he accomplishes it. Then he crawls into his bed and will sleep for some time. Then he'll lie there. Then he'll sleep again.

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