Porthos debates what he should do here. In the end, he settles for dragging out the bag he'd brought in earlier, digging out a pair of flannel pajama pants that are comfortable in a soft, soft way and a white t-shirt that hides most of the bruises (there's a few on his arms it doesn't hide). It takes him some time, but he changes into the crisp, clean-smelling clothes.

Porthos sneaks out in the middle, just to watch Aramis' shadow in the sunset, thinking again how lucky he is, but he's quiet as he sneaks back to the bed and turns out all the lights save the candle he burns on the nearby desk.