Rarely did Aramis walk with his head down; he liked to see what was coming at him, really. But this was one moment of that; something, perhaps by his boot caught his eye. But when a movement up ahead caught the corner of his eye, he looked up.

And his heart stopped. "Your Majesty," he nearly whispered before sprinting forward too, crashing to his knees to crane his neck to see her face, reaching for her hands. "Your Majesty," he said again, carefully. He could not control the contracting of his heart, how very hard it was beating at seeing her here. At seeing her here so disheveled and lost. "Your Majesty." Coaxing this time. "It's all right." It would be all right; he would explain this place, find out what was going on, why she seemed so very bothered.