Eponine had been sleeping, rolling around in a restless slumber that was nearly not as bad as her companion on the ground. She was terrified though, in her dreams she could see the charcoal bodies of her sisters scattered around her in the room. Sweat was pearling on her forehead as the flames were licking upon her skin once more, but she couldn't feel the heat, nor could she escape. It was then that she heard it, an insistent sound that screeuched through the night. It wasn't something she had heard before, nor did it fit in with the visions before her minds eye. It grew louder and louder, until she opened her eyes in shock, clamping on tightly to the sheets when the sudden realisation hit her.<br/><br/><i>It was Razor, in her room.</i><br/><br/>She looked down at the ground, watching the nearly naked man glimmer from a sheen of sweat beading on his body as it reflected the moonnlight in the small room. He was tumbling and turning in his sleep, flailing his arms around his head as if to block out the silence of the night. Eponine didn't want to know what it was that was tormenting the man in his sleep, and as she was about to get up from her bed she heard the knocking on the door. She guessed it was Mollie again, woken up and alarmed by the sound of Razor screaming through the night. Nevertheless, her insistent knocking had pulled the Ramen out of his nightmarish dreams and back into the world of the living.<br/><br/>Eponine watched him get up and grumble as he walked towards the door, opening it just enough to let a beam of light shine upon her frightened face. She hadn't told him, or let him know that she was awoken by his sounds as well. Quietly sitting on the bed was enough for her to try and oversee the situation as she clutched on the blankets tightly, holding up high against her chin, as if it could protect her from the horrors of the night. Mollie however looked up towards the Ramen and peered from behind him to see if the girl was alright as well. Having made sure nothing strange was happening in the room, she scraped her throat and asked sweetly.<br/><br/>''Is you way coo' mah' dear? Havin' trouble wid yo' dreams? ah' could brin' ya' some nightcap if ya''d likes? Some sweet honey liqour wid warm milk could knock ya' out and fo'get yo' troubles... ''<br/><br/>Mollie looked back to Eponine again, taking in a breath to say something to her as well until she drew out at the sight of the girl. The young priestess had put her indexfinger upon her lips, a sign that she did not want the woman to say anything about her being awake, hoping that Razor would not notice he had woken her up yet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>