[Porthos is waiting outside - still dealing with his own injuries and also dealing with some memories of this place that really should be happy ones and yet just leave him feeling melancholy, twirling the ring on his finger absently - this is where he was given it, after all.]
[He's moving slowly, though, because of the injuries, but not slow enough that he doesn't see Syaoran making his way towards the garden - and so he steps forward, grasping his arm gently but firmly]