Meanwhile, Athos looked at the baby and sighed. His? He didn't have a clue how that happened, but he supposed it was possible in this place. But how? And who was the mother?
"You are a petit mystery, little one," He murmured and walked the baby around, trying to sooth it from crying. It seemed happy to be held, which was a blessing, Athos knew. When Aramis arrived, Athos was sitting with the baby, watching it sleep as he softly spoke to it, not saying anything in particular, but speaking more to it than to really any other. He was not a talkative man, but apparently babies brought it out in him. He looked up as Aramis entered the room and raised his eyebrows.