Porthos is in the best of moods, that day. He's finally reverted back to normal, and he's taken great pleasure in donning his regular clothes, not to mention clasping the pauldron back on his shoulder. It feels good to be back, and he's got every intention of walking through the first door he can find to some other place in the hope of finding some adventure to be had, and preferably one that involves some fighting.

It's with that in mind that he's looking for Aramis, and he grins when he finds him just around the corner. And with Athos, at that! "Aramis," he calls out, spreading his arms as if to say, look at me! He's about to call out Athos's name, too, when he notices him stepping away towards someone else, and his arms drop as a frown replaces his joyful expression.