Porthos always has carried his heart, large and expressive, on his sleeve, hasn't he? Aramis shouldn't be surprised that he's hurt. Those years ago, he had to say no to going to war. He had - has- a penance to carry out. Too many women have died or nearly died because of him.

The cowl of his robe is a pristine white as he comes closer, his beard and moustache immaculately groomed. He gazes at Porthos warmly, smiling. "It is good to see you, my friend."