Holding her father's hand while incomprehensible stuff happens around them! Yes, that Cosette can certainly do.
There's a chair nearby -- a remarkably weird and somewhat ugly chair, as with everything in this strange-looking clinic, but never mind, it's a chair, and that's what matters. She can pull it a little closer with one hand, since Marius is sunk in a reverie of entirely justified shock, and settle down to hold her father's thin hand in both of hers, and murmur to him that she's right here, everything will be well.
Often enough she sends worried, apologetic looks at Marius, too. But for now, she'll stay where she is. They both need her, and she aches to be in two places at once -- but her father needs her more, in this moment.
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There's a chair nearby -- a remarkably weird and somewhat ugly chair, as with everything in this strange-looking clinic, but never mind, it's a chair, and that's what matters. She can pull it a little closer with one hand, since Marius is sunk in a reverie of entirely justified shock, and settle down to hold her father's thin hand in both of hers, and murmur to him that she's right here, everything will be well.
Often enough she sends worried, apologetic looks at Marius, too. But for now, she'll stay where she is. They both need her, and she aches to be in two places at once -- but her father needs her more, in this moment.