"Ana Lucia d'Herblay du Vallon," he recites, because it's been the way he's been arranging his own name since he first thought of them marrying. "We should probably send out invitations for our wedding, you know," he says, since that's coming up. And until then, he thinks there are more pressing matters to tend to. Collecting Aramis up in his arms in a princess and protective carry, he slowly ambles them back towards the bedroom.

"First, though, let's make sure you don't have any more nightmares."