There is something so serious and hopeful in both their expression, and that makes Athos approach the bed with care, stretching out beside him with his head pillowed on his hands. He nods when Porthos explains, satisfied with this news, at least. Had he not urged the man to do precisely that, to put the money towards his own happiness? A moment passes, though, before the implication sinks in, and when Aramis provides it, he nods again, expression tightening only briefly. “Yes,” he says quietly, “Of course.” And then, “Good.”

What else can he say? Aramis and Porthos are on their way to getting everything they want, and he can hardly object to that.