[Oh- wow. Enjolras purses his lips as she rises taller than any human he's ever seen. But Jehan's handkerchief has been offered. He holds his ground.]

It belongs to my friend. If he were here he would demand I offer it to you. His is the kind of soul which is moved with concern for others. He would entreat you to take it with concerned words. His eyes would fill with tears, even. He is that kind of man who does what he can to help others.

[He extends the handkerchief again, face set.]

For his sake I will offer it to you one more time.