[ Porthos. First and foremost is relief. She doesn't smell any blood. He doesn't look injured. He looks fine. She feels a weight lift off her shoulder, a hand moving to rest upon one of his arms when she catches up.]
Thank goodness you're all right.
[ Guard or not of course she doesn't want-- wait. He's not her guard. That was the weird... curse? The land had fallen under. She still doesn't know what to call the antics of Kiseki. But then the reality of those memories begin to surface. Casual lovers. They-
She freezes just as color floods her face. Her hand jumps back and she shifts awkwardly, fingers fiddling together. ]
Aahhh right! Not that I thought Porthos-san couldn't take care of himself. It's just a relief, and all. And everything and all... um. You're all right, right? [ At least one of them isn't awkward. ]