Athos lifts a brow at Porthos, his expression saying more than any words could. Of course Aramis is nicer. Were the situation otherwise, Porthos would begin to worry for their health. Frankly, Aramis probably left Porthos in his care for that very reason. After a certain point, kindness towards an unruly patient becomes exhausting.

As though to make that very point, he shifts Porthos injured leg - efficiently and carefully, but perhaps not kindly - and adjusts the pillows underneath. “Never?” That’s rather surprising. Porthos has led the sort of life that make escaping a broken limb or two nearly miraculous. But then, some would say that the fact that the man is alive at all is a miracle of its own.

Athos reaches for his wine again. “I fell out of a tree once. As a child."