Athos stood by one of those rocks, hand running over the markings with interest as he stood with the two other men and made sure the exit was still clear by the time Bella and the others came back. He had been slightly distant with Aramis since the first meeting, since their argument, but nothing that would make him think they could not pull it together for this mission. They had fought before, had disagreements over many things from drinking to wenching to death and love, and had always pulled together. Mind, they always had Porthos there to be a buffer of sorts, one who either man could go to in order to vent or forget the argument. Now, Athos did not have someone like that, Porthos having disappeared, and he wondered as his fingers ran over the ancient rock face if it was something that was needed, something that was key to them working.
He dearly hoped not, if only because Bella would be angry if they were to make a mistake over something he had told her was taken care of.