Enjolras sighed. He'd had a horrible suspicion that she might say those words. Being brought back from the dead was surely too good to be true; therefore, it was hardly surprising that it came with a catch. "I understand," he said somberly, his blue eyes closing briefly while he ordered his thoughts.
"I have no money," Enjolras said abruptly, opening his eyes once again and looking down at the woman. "Is there perhaps some work that I can do here? To earn my bed and board?" Enjolras had been born into privilege but he was not afraid of a hard day's work. It was true that he usually engaged in intellectual persuits but he had a strong arm and he was a determined man. He was sure he could earn enough to keep himself, if someone would give him the chance.