Coraline, for her part, just sits next to Eponine. Not next to next to, she's a few feet away, just shy of arm's reach, and pulls a knee up to hug to her chest as she watches Eponine with something like pity in her eyes. It's more than that, really - some deep kinship of pain and sympathy - but she doesn't let herself think more on it.

"I'm not sure I'm good enough to sneak you and Jon and the others food," she says evenly. "The guards get shitty if you're too obvious about bringing shit to prisoners. But I can start bringing you out more, so you have something better to eat. No-one's gonna care what I do with you if I bring you upstairs."

She's aware the words of that sentence themselves could easily be a threat, but she's pretty sure that Eponine wouldn't even consider raising a hand or word against her now. Not when there's a promise of more food, not with how utterly insane her desirous Glamous is right now. If she was Spring she'd absolutely claim this girl for a permanent Glamour spring.