"All the harder to keep the Captain out of it when it is occupied at last," says Aramis with a small, yearning sigh. He touches Porthos' shoulder and then his cheek, hissing at the chill on his skin. He returns to the coat closet and fetches one of Porthos' stocking caps, rolling it soundly over his curls.

Still, he understands why Porthos craves the sun and makes no further protest. "May I help?"