Porthos swallows the lump in his throat and tries his best not to shift so that his ring around his neck catches the light. It's somewhat easy to allow the thing to drop under his tank top. "You said you were from a time further than us. We're as lost as you are, in that respect." He keeps his gaze on Aramis for a second longer than is likely safe, but he needs it for strength. "We'll tell you eventually," he promises. "We will. Let us be grateful you're here tonight? Hm?" he coaxes, some desperation on his face at that. "Leave it at that, Athos, please."