Marius was, fairly often, a confusing man. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary, at least as far as Éponine could see... true, he'd landed most awkwardly, but that wasn't something she felt either of the two lovers would be aware of.
"How would you like me to assist?" She'd never truly been able to turn down the Lark. Her mother's corrupting and polluting influences aside, she'd rarely seen anything wrong with her - excepting that she'd been able to escape, and she'd been left behind with a family that cared less and less with every passing day. "I doubt I can wake him..."