"How did you learn?" he questioned, almost as eager to learn about his rescuer as he was to learn about why he was being rescued in the first place. She didn't seem like she came from some strange time he wasn't familiar with, but she definitely didn't seem like she was from his time, either. He knew time travel was something people wanted to do, but no one had ever actually gained the ability to do so. So how had this happened? When was she from? He knew where, but that seemed to mean little now.
Enjolras pulled his knees up, draping his arms over them. Were it not for the pale tint to his skin, he'd look like any college student making a move on a pretty young high school girl on a crystal clear morning. The shock was beginning to ease into acceptance and really, he was fine. But if it would appease Belle to keep him seated, well...fine with him.
He glanced down at the book she'd placed beside her and grinned. "You don't strike me as the type to go into battle," he commented casually, nodding at the book on war. Not that he wouldn't be proud to have someone so determined fighting at his side, but he wouldn't allow it unless absolutely necessary. Not after what he'd just seen. Eponine had already died, and he didn't want to risk any other women.
Not that there was a battle to be fought anymore, he supposed. Wherever and however he'd ended up, this wasn't 1832 and he was no longer at the barricades.