Porthos is here at the masque and so is Dawn. She isn't going to presume that he remembers some random girl he'd met outside close to the gardens. But she remembers him in all of his uniqueness. It isn't everyday that she runs across someone of time and manner like Porthos is.

She sidles up beside him and just stands there for a bit, mask in place with her hair pulled into a side braid. She has a pretty dress on and killer shoes that will probably come off eventually because what are heels.

"Well don't you look spiffy." She says. Full Musketeer regalia? Yes, spiffy.