Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Porthos lets out a grunt when he hits the ground, but relief floods him for the changing sky and the way the city lights up again. He could weep, as it's been nearly two weeks of that ashy grey and he just needs to hold onto them. He pushes Aramis around Athos, forcing a hug and a hold because he's too weak to do that right now.

"Breathe, Athos," he compels. "Just breathe."