"A burden I have long since learned to live with," says Aramis, leaning against the side of the couch to watch Porthos' journey to the wine. "With ceviche?" he asks, still grinning, but some of his mirth fades when he turns to look at Lito again.

"Are you well?" he asks, for Lito is a little paler than before, and it does not look right on his handsome golden skin.