Marius was still not entirely well, he knew—oftentimes he could feel a stabbing pain shoot up his collarbone whenever he made an attempt to move his arm, and he was fairly weakened from the earlier ordeal at the Cornucopia and the ensuing suffering and blood loss—but at least Venus had healed him, somewhat, enough to have him on his feet once more.

He was disappointed in himself. He had sworn to Enjolras that he would do all he could to fight for his brothers, yet here he was, useless and only saved by Enjolras's mistress. Damn if he did nothing to repay the other man for what he had done for Cosette, however; he will find a way.

Even if he died protecting them, he promised himself as Courfeyrac left their current location. He pondered for several seconds whether or not to follow his friend, and then scrambled up and chased after him, wincing at the abrupt sting coming from his collarbone. "But Courfeyrac, where are you heading?"