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Cosette interrupts the two men, bringing a tray with biscuits and tea. "I thought you might need these," she explains as she puts them on the hardwood table. Enjolras stares at them, not quite believing there won't be some kind of cost for them. "Help yourself." Marius stretches towards them, his shoulder crackling as he does so. "It sounds worse than it feels," he states. "If there is any way I can help with your plight..."
"You've done more than enough, giving me a shave."
"Stay the night at least, Enjolras. You're always welcome here."
"I must journey on, or copy your father-in-law, may he rest in peace."
"I will support you either way. He provided for us well, and Montreuil remembers him for the good he did." Enjolras tentatively reaches for one of the biscuits, and feeling no whip upon his back, scoffs it fast enough he barely tastes it. "Mm, delicious."
"Thank you. I must ask Cosette to mix up my medicine before my shoulder gets to the point of ether for sleep."
"It gets that bad? What do the doctors say?"
"The injury is a reminder of the barricade, they also think that newfangled condition, arthritis, might be causing the swelling."