Aramis' throat closes, and it is surely lack of sleep, but he feels his eyes burn for the thought of Porthos fighting to get back to him. "I know," he says roughly. "As I will always fight to meet you. I only wish I did not have to leave your side in the first place."

He places the pieces of wood down before he bends them. "We were meant to be safe here," he says in a rush. "Yet I have been removed from you twice, and each time one of us is grievously harmed."