Even as he speaks, her eyes slip closed. Everything about him is familiar, even with a new uniform: his scent, the feel of him so close to her. She breathes, feeling the constriction of her corset, the way her heart beats so very quickly with something that feels almost like hope.

"I would expect no less of you," she murmurs. What is Athos, now, without the Musketeers?

Eventually, though, she does pull back and look up at him, searching his face, even as she reaches up to touch his cheeks. When they are here, then, in this place, they will be together.