[Javert's smile dampens here, and he thinks, a shadow falling over his face. There is one thing he would and could do to improve Aunamee's endurance.]

I will throw him a man. [His eyes drop floorward, thoughtful, his chin tucked into his starched collars.] He will need some strength and grounding. So. If they won't give him the courtesy of a decent meal, well! He will be covered. Even at my most severe, I am known to feed the cretins I've got locked up for execution.