"And yet you say it so well." She will never stop smiling around him, not in a million year. Perhaps they'll be together for that long, and longer even still.

Eponine, for her part, happens to be better at shadow spotting. Giving his hand a tug, she leads him away from the floor, towards what appears to be a shady grove, the creek running through it. It looks private enough.

"Oh, yes. I fear if I do not lay down soon, I shall not make it!"