Courfeyrac smiled. "She's trying to. Aren't you, my little cabbage? Aren't you?" He reached out to take her, cradling her against his chest. "Come to uncle Courfeyrac, give your papa a little rest." She was still crying, but he murmured softly to her and started to walk up and down with her.
Grantaire appeared behind Enjolras, sliding an arm around his waist. "That does sound nice," he said. He steered Enjolras towards the couch slowly.
"If you ever need a rest, you know we're here," Combeferre said. "We're all happy to help."