She had had worse. It obviously was true, for she had been shot at the barricades if nothing else, and her life before then, from the way Eponine was with so many people indicated a lot more than that, but the doctor in Combeferre leaned close to examine her anyway, and would have frowned, but settled, instead, for shaking his head a little. It was very much not good, and likely hurt, and it might have shattered something on her collar bone.

Combeferre did hope not, for all of those things, but until they were safe to look at them, he did not dare waste any time. Instead, he set Eponine down, and shrugged at her, indicating that he was perfectly fine with going whatever way she thought was best. He had been on the ship and through parts of it longer, and had combed over its maps planning the assault on Smiley, but Eponine was the one who knew her way around anywhere, so it was up to her for now, if she should care to navigate.