Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

“We’ve come this far,” Athos agrees, though the light in his eyes proves that he is less indifferent to the decision than his mild drawl might make him sound. As Aramis charges ahead, he meets Porthos’ gaze, and this time he does smile - though it’s a quiet, uncertain thing. “I’m fine,” he assures the man, and claps his hand on his shoulder as they head off again.