The curve of her smile cut deeper into one cheek at his answer, the words all the more important where she knew how difficult a thing it would be for him to hold back from chasing what was and could not be his family. "I have yet to tell d'Artagnan that I am leaving for Paris, but when I have could you," she paused a second as she searched for the right phrasing for what she needed to ask him.

Duty and loyalty pulled her away from the place that had offered the first taste of true freedom she had ever known. It would take her from d'Artagnan's arms and the sentiment openly meant in her fondness for each of the Musketeers in their own way. What needed to be done had to be done, but she knew too well that she could not be certain of when she would be allowed to return to the Nexus, if ever. "Could you try and keep him from earning himself more of your stitches, Aramis? I would prefer him in one piece next time I see him." Her voice carried a touch of lightness she did not wholly feel, but she could not indulge in her worry any more than she could in her habit of motherhenning each of the Musketeers in turn. She needed to trust that they could care for each other in her absence and not be entirely rules by what she deemed to be Musketeer Logic.