"No, I should not," Aramis agrees, shifting in the water until Porthos lies back against him. "Nor should I have to wonder where we will be when we wake up tomorrow, or what will be waiting for us there, but I do. Of course I do."

The sponge has sunk into the water, and Aramis glares at it. "You are injured, and I won't risk anything else happening without at least being armed."