Porthos glances up hopefully from the book and where he's taken to gnawing on the end of a pen to prevent himself from eating anything more. He's not entirely sure that he's over his fear, but he knows that he's getting there. More than that, he's started to get excited. He beckons Aramis over with a flutter of fingers, patting his lap given that it's never too heavy for Aramis to sit there.

"I'd like to. There's still so much that needs to be done that having this picked today is a big step, but just one of the first steps."