Adrien couldn't very well deny that he felt like utter hell, but how he felt didn't mean that how she felt didn't matter.

He searched her eyes again, looking for something he couldn't name, and rubbed his thumb against her cheek.

"You let me get my comb."

It had been a small thing, but it had meant the world to him. She was willing to let him push himself. She was willing to believe in him. To help him, but not baby him. He needed that now.