Eponine felt her cheeks flush faintly as he called her beautiful, and she laughed softly as his arms wrapped around her. She tensed for the briefest of moments before reminding herself that there was absolutely nothing to be fearful of- she trusted him. His hands were large and warm on her bare skin and she wrapped her arms around him in return. "I am...I don't know, actually."
The confession surprised even her- she'd never been very good at emotions and feelings. She was always the strong one, the girl who didn't need help, didn't need anybody else. But she also knew that she could tell Eames anything. "I think..it's getting better? I'm getting better? Slowly. It's difficult to say. But no matter. What about you? Are you well?"