Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

As loathe as he would be to admit, Athos finds the contact from both of them strangely comforting. His shoulders soften just slightly, and he snorts softly, shaking his head, and willing himself to believe that all might be as it should.”Candlelight has served me well my entire life,” he insists with a lift of his eyebrow, though a bit of playfulness twinkles in his eyes; he means it, but he’s also being troublesome on purpose.