Eponine has no sympathy at all. Who ever cared when she was sick? It's something you deal with and get on with, not mope about. What good will whining do?

"And 'Parnasse used his fist. Same effect, I shouldn't wonder, M'sieur."

She wrinkles her nose. "I do not know. It is your stomach, is it not? Do you feel you will be sick?"