[He can't see it, but Piper takes a moment to give Plagg a look for downplaying the severity of Adrien's injury, as you apparently tend to do when you're a thousands of year old being without more than three or four cares in the world.

She arrives at his window then, thankful that he keeps one open in case he needs a quick escape, and that the others in the house deigned to leave it that way so that Adrien could get fresh air. It serves her well now.]

For the record, Plagg makes a terrible messenger.

[Charmeur quips as she leaps down inside, her senses having already told her the coast was clear.

Plagg, unsurprisingly, takes great offense to this, but she's ready with a peace offering of camembert for the trouble he'd gone to in running errands for the Guardian. (She keeps some on hand in an air tight container because you never know when the boyfriend is gonna need to refuel his interdimensional cat. Sass is SO much easier with his love of cherry tomatoes...]

You know who thought it would be best if I had my lucky bangle on hand in case a certain someone needed some help while you were down.

[But seeing how bad it is, now she wonders about that... Sure, Charmeur came with super powers, but...

Sighing, she takes a seat on the side of the bed next to him, covering one of his hands with hers.]

I'm no Chat, though.

[And she didn't want Adrien to think they'd deemed him in any way replaceable as Cat Noir. Sure, he and Ladybug had been forced to swap kwami once, but those were extreme circumstances.]