[Each picture, once she becomes aware of the sequences and when she sees the ones she wasn't present for especially, feels like the breath is knocked out of her. Those last words? That's the worst of it, painful exactly because she knows just why Porthos would say it. Why Aramis would repeat it now.
She walks closer to him, saying nothing at first, a quiet understanding and with a small nod of admission. Yes, that can't change, especially not now. But then she takes his hand and squeezes it lightly. Her voice is very quiet.]