"You've slept under a tree?" Eponine glances up to meet Nadine's eyes before looking away again, bashful. "It's one of my favourites, you know? There, or in the flowers. I used to walk miles for the priest's garden. He were so stupid he thought me a ghost or an angel, but no. I told him I were the devil's daughter, but still he let me sleep on his grass."

She curls her fingers tight about the bars, her face lighting with a smile as she imagines Nadine on the streets. It's not her laughing at Nadine, but more finding a kinship that she hadn't imagined could exist between them.
"You look too beautiful to have done such though, Nadine. You look as though all your life you have been pampered and preened and never seen such a day in your life. I don't care about food, honest. There is more here than I have had in a long time, and a roof and even a bed all to me. It is nice here, Ma'am..." Eponine hesitates. "But will you visit me?"

She reaches to touch her grimy fingers to Nadine's hair. "You are so lovely, you know? You look like an angel."