( Javert's grip on his arm is like iron, and even though the other man insists he is fine, Javert doesn't let him go. His lantern is still flickering ominously, dimming slightly as if threatening to burn out. Javert's heart pounds heavily in his chest, an intolerable thing, but not so much as the thought of seeing Matthew die again. )

You are not.

( He answers sternly, hoping that it will disguise his concern. )

The light in your lantern is dimming. I fear what may happen to you if we do not get you help. If you cannot walk there, then I will carry you, and there will be no complaints.