Eponine nods, smiling at Rosie's gentle touch and putting her own hand over her own to squeeze it back. The sweetness of that gesture still tugs at something in her, but not in quite the same tumultuous way, and she thinks that's all right. If Rosie and Sabrina and their boys should show anything, it's perhaps that it's all right to have messy, warm feelings about more than one person. Even if it doesn't always end up in everyone together.

She's never had a friend like Rosie before Darrow, just like she hasn't kissed anyone like Ellie before. Both are nerve-wracking and wonderful.

Eponine grins, the idea of someone being cross on her behalf bizarre and delightful at once. "Well, I don't know that you have to worry just yet, I don't know if this even is anything except -- nice. But I'm...glad that you would."