It was the morning that they were going to return to Paris and Eponine woke before Javert and stood at the window. They were in such a beautiful town and there was hardly anyone around; no one that could harm them. They were safe. They were somewhere where the two bastards that attacked her could never find them and she could sleep safely in her husband's arms.
"Eponine?"
Eponine turned and saw Javert was awake and looking at her. She only smiled and went back to looking out the window.
A naked Javert climbed out of bed and walked over to the window. He put his hands on Eponine's shoulders and kissed her cheek.
"You should rest some more. It will take us some time to reach Paris again."
Eponine leaned back against her husband. "Henri, must we return to Paris?"
"Of course. It is where I work and where our house is."
Eponine turned around and looked up at Javert. "There is work for you here, I'm sure. There must be many crimes here and the police are likely in need of help if it's offered. We could sell the house that we have in the city and use whatever we earn from it to buy another one here in Brittany and-"
"Eponine, what has gotten into you?"
As she looked at the concern face of her husband, Eponine wanted nothing more then to tell him what had really happened to her, why she was so afraid to return to Paris. She then came to her senses, realizing that she could not lose him. Instead, she grabbed onto him and hugged him.
"I'm all right. I cannot wait to be home."
After packing the last of their belongings, the couple returned to Paris. Although Javert was obviously happy, Eponine did nothing when they entered the home. She only untied her bonnet, removed her shawl, and went to the bedroom. Javert had never felt so helpless; unable to know how to comfort his wife, and baffled as to why she hadn't told him that she'd been raped. Didn't she think that he would want to help her through this time? Or did she simply not love him enough to believe that he would always be sure she was safe from harm?