She hadn't realized he would have such a violent reaction, just to the word superhero.

But he remembered Ladybug's name, without her having to tell it to him. That stung, just a little, but she suppose it was only to be expected - her alter-ego was much more memorable than her. Dazzling. Bright.

All the things she wanted to be, but wasn't, yet.

"She's okay," she said softly, rubbing circles into his back to try and soothe him as she wrestled with whether or not to pull the bin away. On the one hand, the smell probably wasn't helping. But on the other, if he did get sick again...

Finally, she just eased it a little further from his nose.

"She's fine," Marinette repeated. "Paris has been... quiet... for awhile now, but she's okay."