[ But in the same token, she can't forget that if she wasn't here this never would have happened. But that's only a stinging thought in the back of her mind right now; her everything focused on getting Adrien somewhere safe where he could rest. She felt better when she felt him rest some of his weight on her, able to support him down the hall. She stands strong, even without Tikki or her powers. Instead, what she got her strength from was her feelings for the boy in her arms. It helped her push herself and frankly made it possible to do things she might not have otherwise been able.

It's not a short walk in their current state, but she's patient with him, although she does give him a small push from time to time. As much as she'd like to let him take his time, if he lost consciousness here she was pretty sure she wasn't carrying him anywhere, much less down the hall.

Although he meant well, the words still made her wince lightly. More than once he'd made it clear that he didn't blame her at all. But grateful as she was for his forgiveness, part of her wished he'd at least accept that she was a little bit accountable for what happened to him. Not that she has any grounds to hope that he'd change his mind. ]

It wasn't a fair fight. I was up against some idiot who forgot how to fight back. Or is it against your nature to hit girls?

[ It still bothered her a little that he'd never defended himself; although her response takes a lightly sarcastic, teasing approach. Her worry was very serious. She wanted him to take better care of himself... of course she didn't want him to have to fight, but the idea of seeing him like this again-- maybe even worse-- she was terrified. She needed him. Safe. Healthy. Alive. How could she not worry after watching things go like that? ]

Okay, here.

[ Marinette turned the doorknob and kicked it open once it was free. She helped him inside; to the first bed. It was a tiring process but she was so glad they'd made it. ]

Lay down, I'll go get some ice.