Juliette had moved on from worrying, and had advanced to slight panic.
Athos' sudden bout of affection only served to confirm that something bad had most likely happened.
She felt someone standing next to her, the person's presence breaking through her clouded mind.
Looking up, she was a little surprised to see that it was Treville taking a seat next to her.
Turning her attention back to the garrison entryway, she felt their shoulders touching and his hand take a hold of hers.
Both sat there in silence, Juliette not trusting herself to speak, and Treville now knowing what to say.
They had been sitting there for a few hours when the sun began to set.
Treville had not moved from his seat, even though he probably had more important things to be doing.
Juliette was grateful he stayed with her. She wasn't sure if she would have been okay if he hadn't.
His hand holding hers was what was keeping her emotions in check.
They had been sitting there so long, she was beginning to feel sleepy.
She moved in closer to Treville and rested her head on his shoulder.
He didn't react at all. Juliette felt a little surprised but said nothing.
She had her eyes closed when she heard the sound of horse hooves on pavement.
Flinging her eyes open, she stiffened when she saw only Athos had returned, and had an injured Aramis with him.
Treville letting go of her hand snapped her out of it.
Both rose and hurried over to them.
Treville helped Aramis down as Athos dismounted.
"We need to send a cart back," Athos spoke first.
Juliette could only stare at Aramis, and Aramis refused to look at her.
"Aramis?" Juliette's voice was timid, something she normally wasn't.
Athos and Treville exchanged glances. Treville silently asking about survivors and Athos silently answering.
Juliette slowly approached Aramis, and winced when she noticed the head wound. The dried blood prompting her to look at Athos.
'It'll heal' Athos' look answered.
Turning back to Aramis, Juliette carefully took his head between her hands and forced him to look at her, "Aramis?"
The sadness and guilt she saw in his eyes began to crack her resolve.
"I'm sorry," Aramis choked out, "We broke our promise,"
All it took was those words and Juliette crumbled.
Dropping her hands from Aramis's face, Juliette would have fallen to her knees if Treville's arms hadn't caught her.
Holding her tight, Treville manoeuvred them so that they were once more sitting at the table.
Juliette gripped onto him like her life depended on it, her sobs soaking through his shirt.
Athos had a firm grip on Aramis, both men starting to crack.
Seeing Juliette inconsolable finally destroyed what was left of Aramis. He fell to his knees, his sobs rivalling Juliette's.
Athos fell with him. His eyes met Treville's. Both men realising that the other was also unsure of how to handle the situation.
Leaving Aramis for a moment, Athos walked over to a couple of musketeers and explained what had happened. He instructed them to take a cart and meet the others at the campsite.
Returning to Aramis, Athos saw he had stopped crying.
He was just staring at Juliette, his face blank.
Treville noticed this also.
Both men knew this was bad, and both men had no clue has to how they were going to go about fixing it.
