Enjolras woke up a little earlier than Eponine the next morning, who had her arms around her pillow. A small, teeny smile danced on her lips. Clearly she was enjoying the comfortable nature of their bed, thought Enjolras.
He carefully got up to his feet, with a slight discomfort around his torso. To his relief, most of the pain had gone away, right now it was just the matter of the speed he could move around with. Happy to be up and walking again, he slowly went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. He opened the cupboards to find some leftover crumbs over their meal from yesterday. Not enough for a wholesome breakfast, he thought. His stomach grumbled, and in his hungry state, went on and consumed the remaining food.
Afterwards, he went back into the bedroom, to find Eponine up. She was indulging in the scenery from their small window by the bed. Enjolras stopped at the doorway, and observed the woman in front of him. Her dark tresses laid wildly across her nightgown, and her overworked hands were folded under her chest. Her eyes were open, yet somewhat heavy from her sleep. Her lips were no longer in a smile, but a peaceful pout.
"Good morning." Enjolras said gently, and Eponine turned slowly towards the doorway.
"Oh, good morning, Monsieur!" Eponine flipped over, and sat up like a bolt. Enjolras could not help but chuckle at Eponine's awareness. "How are you doing? Oh, I'm such a fool! Let me help you with breakfast..." Eponine got up from bed and rushed towards the door, only to be blocked from Enjorlas' long arm.
"I've already made breakfast for myself, thank you."
Eponine smiled, and said, "Then I guess I should go down to buy some more food to last us for the next few days here." She skipped back to her suitcase and pulled out a light blue dress with a floral print embroidered on its skirts, paired with a light petticoat.
"May I join you?" Enjolras asked.
Eponine shot up from her position and shook her head rapidly, "Oh no, no, no Enjolras! You need to rest, so you will recover quickly-"
"I am feeling much better this morning." Enjorlas beamed.
Eponine sighed with defeat, and nodded before heading behind the dressing screen to change.
*****
The next half of the day was spent strolling around the city of Limoges. The "couple" walked around the city with curiosity-well, Eponine's curiosity. They lived near the Fountaine des Barres, a small yet sophisticated village filled with little wonders.
"They have really, really beautiful silverware." Eponine stared at the forks and spoons in awe in one of the shops. Enjolras pulled his hat down, lower to sustain a shadow covering his eyes. He had took the hat out with him to avoid detection, since he was still on the run. Eponine, on the other hand, was able to enjoy more autonomy and freedom.
"Limoges is very famous for their handicrafts." Enjolras stated, earning a humored eye roll from Eponine.
"Do you have to know everything about everything? You are not human! You are like...Apollo." Eponine chuckled.
"Apollo? How does the god relate to my intellect?" Enjorlas questioned.
"It does not have to relate to your intelligence. Just appearance-wise. He has blonde hair...like you." Eponine said, motioning to her own hair. "And you are tall and everyone listens to you," Eponine continued the list, while Enjolras smiled lightly.
"...and good-looking- oh. I-I-" Eponine covered her mouth bashfully. Enjolras felt a sudden rush of warmth in his cheeks, and tried to resist his smile from getting wider.
