Right up until Aramis had said the words, Porthos hadn't thought the cat in peril. So he's relieved when Athos says that he's well. He sheds his coat and hangs it up in the front hall, sliding Aramis' off for him with a lingering brush to his shoulder. In hanging them, he grins at the glint of the light off his ring, now meaning something more than before.

He turns to fetch a glass of wine with a grateful raise of his brows. "It's good to be here," he says. "Don't suppose you went shopping for any food while we were gone?" he suggests hopefully. He doesn't mind cooking, but he's not sure what he's got left to work with.

(And, now that he's thinking about it, he goes in search of the Captain to reassure himself of his being alive)