"Didn't think to, no one ever worried about me. But you do don't you, even in places like this, the streets I know that cities and centuries don't change one bit. You still worry and it means so much to me that you do." And it really did, having him around, being who he was. Oh it made a difference. She cared about him, and she'd only ever really cared like that for one other, but the other side of it confused her because it seemed he cared back. Worried about her when she was doing this, helping people. He wished he could have gone with her. But now he could. Now he knew how the streets were, he could come with her easily.
"You talk well to them you know. You don't hide from what they suffer but you don't pity 'em either. That's how you have to be, pity and they'll turn away from you. They don't want pity, don't want piety. They just want to get the lives back they had, and they hate that they can't cause of...well, how it always is. Leaders with too much money and too little sense and no way to know how bad it gets when you're low, lowest of the low, hiding in the shadows cause there ain't no other places." she told him. Eponine could talk when she wanted, maybe no fancy words like the students had, definitely none like Enjolras who had such a way with words it fascinated her to hear him talk.
"What you do." she told him, her hand still squeezing his. "Is what you always do, make it known this is how they live, and help, when you can, give them a chance. And remember its not only us. We ain't the only ones to care, others come when they can. Help how they can. You don't need to save them all on your own Enjolras. But if it helps, you saved me. You really truly saved me. I'd never have been who I am here without you, so, thank you."
A soft kiss landed on his cheek from the young French Girl still holding his hand and still reading him that riot act. She wouldn't have him wallow. there had been enough of that.