Porthos arches his brow to comment wordlessly to Aramis that he's unsurprised they're aiming for the sensible option, not sure Athos knows anything else. He continues onwards, his strides long as he walks through the woods, keeping his ears and eyes open for anything that rustles in the night.

He wants to talk, wants to put things to rest, but they're hunting. And after this, then what? Athos goes back to ignoring them? Ignoring everything? He shuts that line of thought down and keeps walking, eyes always forward.