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with a weak moan the kwami cracked open an eye, brilliant blue & so very tired. her chosen’s form still blurred with Tikki’s muddled vision. every inch of her hurt. every atom of her being vibrated with the intensity of strained energy, her limits had been pushed to the edge & still Tikki managed to sit up.
“It’s alright. I’m alright, just - just so tired. I’ve never had told hold a transformation that long before.”
Perhaps Marinette was imagining things, but Tikki felt lighter in her cupped hands. A quick glance around the street to make sure no one noticed the kwami spiral from her earring ( the sidewalks were nearly empty ), then she started back towards her home. The fight had been physically draining on Marinette too; all she wanted at the moment was to flop on her bed and sleep f o r e v e r, and she assumed Tikki felt the same. But then the kwami opened her eyes and sat up, filling Marinette with relief. Tikki would be alright, after some food.
❝ Okay Tikki, I’ll get you something to eat as soon as possible, then we can both get some rest. Do you want sugar cookies, or chocolate chip? Or some chocolate? Anything you’d like. ❞
