[As the song trails off, Eponine opens her eyes slightly to look up at Enjolras and to smile at him. Handsome, kind- an idiot, yes, but still a good person underneath- and a decent singer. An angel. Apollo.
She manages a few words, her voice heavy with sleep:] You sing very prettily.
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She manages a few words, her voice heavy with sleep:] You sing very prettily.