"You will come with me?" Courfeyrac's laugh was dry, a little bitter. He worried that Marius would be slow, prone to injury, and generally miserable company for this journey into the mists. However, he fully recognized the dangers he might face were he to venture off on his own. It would be far wiser to take along a friend, even one so inept as poor Pontmercy.

He looked back to the other man, eyes narrow and appraising. Then he nodded, showing his approval at last. "I shall take you, then. Cinderella is the dangerous sort. I do not trust that she would let me live, were I to interrupt her in her work. Come, Marius. You shall be my bodyguard."

And with that he grabbed Marius by the wrist and pulled him toward the swirls of graying fog.