"Because you're better than me, you are." She pulled him closer to her chest, content to snuggle with her little brother.

"Gavroche..." She turned to him, pushing his hair off of his face. It needed to be cut, truthfully. "You like Michel, yes? Because I spoke with him. About you." She swallows and glances down, but continues. She has to. "I told him, if the worst should happen, to care for you. In my stead." She left out the part where she'd actually asked him to basically be a father to her brother, as it only served to provide a deeper insight into her already fractured mind.