Compared to how Marinette had slept before the incident, over the past week, she'd been sleeping very little. Lightly dozing, mostly for an hour or two at a time, easy to wake. Sometimes, during the day when Adrien was deeply asleep, she slept for several hours in a row. It worked for her - she wasn't really doing anything strenuous, just keeping vigil, so even though she wasn't sleeping a lot she also wasn't too tired.

In theory, there was a bed for her in a guest room. In practice, she... spent most of her time sleeping in a chair at Adrien's bedside. It was fine.

This night was no exception. Adrien shifted, and the motion rustled his sheets. The rustle started the process of pulling Marinette out of her slumber; Adrien's intake of breath was what finished it.

She sat up with a start, eyes wide, and her gaze rested on him.

"...Adrien?"

Her voice was quiet, worried. She saw his hand over his chest, but she didn't know what it meant.