Perhaps she thought he would stop drinking. That there would be a kind of a contentment.

Perhaps she is still capable of being a fool.

There is no perhaps to that when it comes to Athos. He can make her still feel so deeply that it frightens her. She raises the bottle and drinks deeply, not spilling a drop of it, letting the wine slide down her throat as she holds the bottle out for him to take.

"How do I look, Athos?"