Eva closes her eyes as the fingers are put to her brand, as Eponine leaves little traces like a snail. She doesn't mind.

"You're more like me every day." She remembers the scar on her mouth, the one that seems so small now compared to the brand, that she wore with pride. Soon the brand will join that league.

She lets Eponine lead, content for someone else to make the call right now. "Of course. I'll help you bring some to him."

He had been good to Eponine. That was all that mattered.