"Aramis, please," Athos just let the man hold her, even if it felt odd, foreign, the strength of the other man so much more prominent now that Athos wasn't a strapping young man, "You do make me happy. I merely meant as a woman. I don't think I can be happy as a woman," She could see the man was getting tired of her, and that worried Athos, the stinging in her eyes swelling as tears appeared, her hand awkwardly swiping at them before they trailed down her cheek, hoping the man's eyes remained closed, "Have patience, Aramis. I always knew you to be a man who had that. Be constant for me, please, since I can not be constant myself, at least in body."