[Princess. Wow, it's weird hearing Chat's words from Adrien's mouth, so completely has she separated the two of them in her mind. But there really is no denying it now. Marinette's hands twist together even more as she forces herself to look up, though she still avoids his eyes. She's always been terrible at hiding things, and there's no way she can disguise the conflict she's feeling from Adrien.]

I-it's okay. I won't--tell anyone. [With the stuttering and the pauses, it doesn't sound half as convincing as she'd hoped. What am I doing? This is Chat I'm talking to. Get a grip! Marinette squares her shoulders, forces her voice to stop shaking so much.] I won't tell anyone. I promise.

[Before she can lose the burst of determination, Marinette studies him critically, gaze lingering on the blood in his hair.] Patching you up isn't a problem. Where else are you injured?