[Constance has to hold herself back from hugging Anne again when she can see the tears shimmering in her eyes, unshed. So it's as she feared -- the baby is back home. Aramis will be shattered.
Instead of moving closer or speaking her mind, she simply holds on to Anne's hand a little tighter, worrying her lower lip as she listens in silence. It is only after a few moments have passed that she realizes what Anne must mean; she remembers the dress she's wearing, now, after all.
That's enough for her to manage a small smile back.]
He'll be safe and cared for. This world is no place for a child, let alone a baby... as much as I wish you wouldn't have been parted.