Disclaimer: I do not own the Musketeers, nor am I making any money off of them. I have become a huge fan of Aramis and Constance. This is not to say that I don't love the traditional ships of D'artagnan and Constance and Anne and Aramis, but there is something adorable about the two of them in an unconventional way.

Constance still didn't know how they had managed to talk her into this. She had been perfectly happy at home. There were enough chores that it would have kept her busy for the rest of the night and for a few nights to come, but she was trying to keep warm in the ridiculous dress, using the term loosely, that she was wearing. She was allowing the cold to distract her from the harsh reality that she had shot someone. Would she have done it again, yes, but she ended the life of some man who probably had a family that he would not be going home to.

"Constance?" A voiced startled her out of her dark thoughts.

She didn't notice that she had all but stopped walking with the group and the others were a short distance down the road. "Sorry."

"Are you alright?" Aramis asked, noticing that she was still shivering under D'artagnan's coat. They were getting close to where they planned to camp for the night and they could get a fire started.

"I am fine. I just have a lot on my mind." She gave him what she intended to be a reassuring smile. To Aramis, it looked to be just short of a grimace.

"We are going to make camp just up ahead." He offered her his arm and they started walking towards the others. He could see they had already stopped and were setting up a camp, which included the fire that would provide some light for him to better assess her current state.

They arrived at the makeshift camp and Aramis guided Constance to the fire and had her sit on the blanket lying next to it. He pulled his cloak off and added it to the one that D'artagnan had already loaned her.

"Madame Bonacieux, are you well?" Athos had been watching her since she had separated from the group. He was relieved to see that Aramis had stayed back with her and had been able to get her talking to him. They had tried speaking to her on the walk back and she had stopped responding shortly after they left the fight. D'artagnan had been the first to want to console the young woman, but had bowed to Athos experience that she may be in need of medical attention and reluctantly agreed that Aramis should stay with her.

There was no response and Aramis just shrugged at him. They all settled next to the fire with Porthos volunteering to take first watch. Reluctantly D'artagnan turned in, since he had the next watch, leaving Athos and Aramis with Constance, who had not spoken since arriving at camp. "Constance?" Aramis called to softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping young man nearby. He could see her trembling every so often, but other than that slight movement, she could have been a statue. He pulled her hand into his. It was cold and clammy. He stood and pulled out a blanket from his bags and grabbed the wine skin tied to his horse. He placed the blanket around her shoulders and offered her the wine skin. "I need you to take a drink of this for me."

She continued to stare forward at the fire, with no indication that she had heard him. He pulled the top off of the wine skin and held it to her lips. She finally blinked and seemed to realize that they had made it to camp. She took a sip of the wine and gave it back to Aramis. "Thank you Aramis."

"You are most welcome. You should turn in for the night. We will ride out at dawn." He helped her get settled. He moved over next to Athos, so they could speak without disturbing either Constance or D'artagnan.

"How is she?" Athos asked looking over at the bundle of cloaks and blankets.

"She killed someone tonight. I think she is doing remarkablely well considering." Aramis replied poking at the fire.

Athos nodded. "It is going to be a long night." He had seen many men after they had experienced their first battle and knew the horror the mind bestowed upon them in their sleep.

"For her sake I hope not." Aramis replied and settled against a log that was near the fire.

He hated when Athos was right. A scream pierced the night and startled Aramis from the restless sleep he had finally settled into.

D'artagnan was the first one up and raced over to Constance who was thrashing under the blanket and cloaks nearby. "Constance. Constance wake up." He shook her and her eyes flew open. She screamed and scrambled back away from him.

"I'm sorry." She kept repeating over and over, rocking and whispering apologies into the darkness.

"Constance, it's okay." D'artagnan looked over to Athos and Aramis with a helpless look as he tried to grab her arm, but she pulled away violently.

"Constance." Aramis had walked over close to where she had scrambled to. "It's alright. You're safe."

"I killed someone."

"You saved D'artagnan's life. You didn't have a choice."

"I took him from his family." She replied, staring back into the fire.

"You saved your friend from dying." Aramis replied softly crouching next to her.

"I killed someone." Constance began to tremble again. Aramis reached over to pull the blanket back around her when she flinched back.

"Shh...it's alright. It is all over now, you're safe and D'artagnan is alive thanks to you." He tried again and successfully placed the blanket back around her. "Try and go back to sleep." He suggested softly. He helped her move back closer to the fire where Athos was back up adding logs to the fire and Porthos was just coming back from watch.

"Everythin' okay?" Porthos asked scanning the group, making sure they were not in any danger, but guessing the reason for the scream that had drawn him back to the camp. He had been a soldier long enough to know the effect of battle on a human being.

"Madame Bonacieux is just getting settled back in for the night." Athos replied with an even tone not addressing what had them all up in the middle of the night. "D'artagnan, your up next for watch, then I will take final watch. Aramis, please be sure to look after our guest for the evening." Athos pulled his hat back over his face and that was the end of any conversation on his part.

Aramis gave Constance the wine skin and had her drink a generous portion of it before settling her back near the fire. He softly began telling her about some of the adventure he, Athos and Porthos had in recent weeks, keeping his voice low and even, and was happy to see that she had dropped back off to sleep.

In the morning Constance seemed much better in the morning. Other than a grateful smile to Aramis, which he responded with a smile and a tip of his hat, as she settled herself behind D'artagnan on the ride home, the matter was never discussed again.