"It's strange you mention." Bahorel frowns thoughtfully. "Not with me so myself, but Combeferre's got migraines, and this sickness where you've got a lot of widespread pain across your body. It'd make some sense if the stress from before was the result of that, I'd say."
And the Provencal is...Bahorel grins, catching it. He was Gascon, by herritage,then, but his parents had lived in Provence and the patterns are easy enough to get lost in.
"French, for the most part. We've all STUDIED other languages, but that and Latin have us all caught up in our century's ideas of proper educations." He shakes his head a little. "All the rest of them, except for one, were from various spots in Provence. Enjolras and I were staying there, until he grew up enough to strike out on his own without it causing any sort of legal problems."
And he's taking the plate at first.
"The ones here seem to be as well. And I've met the guy actually training him. They're of a similar mind on a lot of subjects. I think that helps."