Marinette returned to her room. There was another rose waiting, this time on her table. She smiled and put it in a vase with the other rose.
Movement caught her eye and she turned.
The wardrobe had been moved again and the door was open. Marinette could see green eyes shining from the shadows.
"Bonjour, I assume you are my phantom cat again?" Marinette said, addressing the figure.
The figure stepped forward. His golden hair again falling over his forehead. Marinette looked more closely at the ears atop his head. She could not distinguish whether they were real or fake, which she found strange.
The man bowed to her. His cloak falling over his shoulder.
"M'lady, I couldn't help but notice that you have been magnificent lately. You remind me of someone I knew before," he said.
Marinette couldn't help blushing slightly. "Who?" she asked.
The Phantom hesitated for a moment, his confidence wavering. "A friend," he said finally. He did not elaborate and Marinette felt she shouldn't push.
"I noticed you are not feeling quite up to continuing in this manner. I think I can help," The Phantom said. He spoke with sincerity and seemed to hope for a positive answer.
Marinette considered this. She did indeed feel a little bit stretched as she sang every night without a break for a week consecutively. She hoped that he did not have any plans that could harm anyone, but she couldn't imagine this gentle cat-like man doing anything of that nature.
Marinette nodded.
The Phantom smiled. "Bien. Meet me here tomorrow at night," he said.
Before Marinette could respond, he was gone. Without a sound, he had slipped through the door and closed it.