Really, it's not something d'Artagnan needs to hear to know. In a way, he thinks he's known it since not long after he met her, ages before they actually kissed. Whether it was wishful thinking or just fitting pieces together, he can't be entirely sure, but either way, he isn't surprised to hear her say as much. He doesn't say so, though, if only because it feels like something she might need to say for herself, an honest admittance. Back home, it would have hurt. Here, it just makes him grateful all over again that they're somewhere she has — they have — an opportunity like this at all.

"And you should have more," he says, backs of his fingers brushing against her cheek. "Whatever that involves. You're a good woman, Constance — the best I've known. That's nothing divorcing your husband could change."