Cosette was doing her best to look back and forth, to be aware of everything that was going on. The pain was certainly not something she was used to, but she tried to push past it regardless. If Marius needed her right now, she couldn't let a cut get in the way of that.

But the next thing she knew, he was at her side, apologizing to her and tearing some of his shirt to dress the wound. "It was not your fault, mon cher," she whispered breathlessly as her free hand smoothed over his arm. Tears sprang from the corners of her eyes, but for his sake, she had to stay strong.