"Perfectly fine," answers Aramis. His head will ache later, as will the various bruises already rising across his body, but Aramis pays them no more mind than he would a scratch. They are soldiers, after all, and used to far worse.
He smiles a little, hiding it in the quick press of his lips to Porthos' furrowed brow. Athos is in good spirits, and Aramis had not missed that brief moment of tenderness between him and Porthos in the fray. "Let's continue," he says, taking the front this time.
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Date: 2016-05-15 10:11 pm (UTC)He smiles a little, hiding it in the quick press of his lips to Porthos' furrowed brow. Athos is in good spirits, and Aramis had not missed that brief moment of tenderness between him and Porthos in the fray. "Let's continue," he says, taking the front this time.