like the forms of the shadows which traverse dreams

She laughs a little, the sound strained, when Eponine's fingers thread with hers. She returns the squeeze, taking reassurance from it--even when everything Eponine actually says sounds almost too simple to be believable. Not a lie, any of it, just far too neat.

"Feels like I should have known before now," she murmurs, letting Eponine pull back again and picking up her drink. She takes a sip, fingers wrapping around the cup. "But I'm...I am happy with her. Being with her, all the ways that's changed with Nick being gone. I love that."