It's only then that Eva lays the spear down, although her shank is within easy reach. She pulls off her overshirt and wipes at Eponine's face with it, the trail of vomit from the corner of her mouth and the sweat on her brow. She rests on her knees and pulls Eponine to her - once the makeshift towel is put away, she replaces the stroking with her hands for a moment, allowing herself, almost selfishly, to lose herself in this act of comforting.

Her upper lip twitches in the shadow of an appreciative smile at Sigma as he moves in and helps comfort their sick girl. It frees her up for the more practical parts of caretaking. "No more tears, guagua. You're alright. We're here."

And more quietly to Sigma, "I found a first aid kit out there." She pulls it from the back of her pants. It's not a large kit, but it has antiseptic, bandages, a few pills for hydration and nutrition, a thermometer. Nylon suture with a needle. She looks to Sigma, as if to ask if he knows how to sew up a wound.

She covers the vomit on the ground with dirt like an animal burying its scat, then pulls ferns from the outside to help cover the entrance. The dim light makes the inside of the cave look, to Eva, like the interior of an infected throat, all hot tonsils and inflammation. She sits back down next to Eponine and pulls the girl's torso into her lap, resuming smoothing her tangled hair.