That night Sabrina slept poorly. She and Chloe had picked a tent close to the hidden pathway leading up to the Temple, between Ivan and Mylène's tent and a couple of the American Miraculous users. With Bee-atrice curled up at the foot of her cot, Chloe had fallen asleep in minutes, quickly followed by Nooroo and Kaalki, curled up together on the camp stool they had scrounged up and placed between the two cots. Sabrina, however, sat up for several hours, the look on Max's face when he de-transformed and pushed her through the portal seared into her eyelids. When she closed her eyes, there he stood, terror in his eyes as the Tarasque's paw descended. When she opened her eyes, the mixture of fear, guilt, shame, grief, and sadness she had felt from him bubbled back up to the surface. He had been afraid, but the fear had melted away in the end, turning not to resignation but to contentment. He had known what he was doing. He had been relieved and content. He had sacrificed himself. For her. She was alive. But now she was alone.

Sabrina pulled her knees up to her chin, hugged her legs, and squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing silently to avoid waking Chloe.

Morning came far too quickly, bringing with it an early shower that pattered off the canvas tent and left behind puddles all around the camp. Sabrina woke up to the steady staccato of raindrops, lying flat on her cot with a quilt pulled over her. Her mouth felt parched, her eyes scratchy and dry. Chloe was already sitting up on her bed, running her fingers through Bee-atrice's fur. The two Kwamis hovered just in front of the puppy, who leaned forward and licked Kaalki, mussing up her mane.

"Foul beast!" squawked Kaalki, shuddering and quickly flitting out of Bee-atrice's reach. "Stay away from me!"

"She likes you!" Chloe observed, smirking.

Kaalki harrumphed, pawing at her mane agitatedly. "She can like me from over there…"

Sabrina cracked a wan smile as she sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and yawning. The rain continued its steady pace, albeit somewhat abated. Where yesterday she had felt everything, today she could only feel numb. As she fully woke, however, her senses began to expand outward. Chloe, despite her outward smile, continued to feel exhausted and frustrated and… guilty? In the tent next to them, Ivan and Mylène's emotions were beginning to turn toward anxiety and sadness, mingled with grief. The Americans in the tent on the other side seemed overwhelmed with grief, bordering on despair. Further and further her emotional sense stretched, encompassing more and more of the camp. She could pick out the girl from the other day, the other heroes, Chloe's parents, her mother… More and more of the refugees. All of them frustrated, all of them grieving. All of them sad and angry.

Chloe snapped her fingers in front of Sabrina's face. "Hey, you home, girl?"

Sabrina blinked dumbly. "Huh?"

"I just said that we should go and try to find something to eat."

Sabrina shrugged noncommittally, but followed Chloe out of the tent.

The rain had died down, though a few drops were still falling, a couple of which landed on her miraculous glasses. As they walked, they passed dozens of people, some of whom Sabrina knew, though others she had only seen in passing. Chloe paused to top to someone who spoke in heavily-accented English, but Sabrina tuned it out. They were just outside the mess tent when Sabrina stepped in a puddle, the water seeping into her shoes and soaking her socks through. She grimaced: were there any other socks in the entire camp?

Without even asking first, Chloe grabbed two plates of some sort of porridge, topped with a fried egg, and steered Sabrina toward a table near the far end of the tent at which sat Bri and Anne. The two of them appeared to be speaking quietly together but looked up as Chloe sat down beside them, dragging Sabrina down next to her and placing a plate in front of her. "No Felix?" asked Chloe, arching an eyebrow. "I thought the three of you were practically inseparable."

Anne quirked an eyebrow in amusement. Sabrina caught a twinge of embarrassment from Bri. "He just went to try to find Cat Noir," Anne explained. "He seemed to think he might be able to answer our question…"

"What did he want to know?"

Sabrina slowly started shoveling the porridge into her mouth, hardly tasting it. Nooroo and Kaalki emerged from their hiding spot in her purse and alit on the edge of the plate, next to a small spoonful of fruit salad.

Anne hummed. "Actually, I suppose he wanted to know something that you might answer for us: what's the plan?"

Chloe let out a bark of humorless laughter. "Believe me, if we knew, you would know." She took a sip of tea. "But Ladybug is having a meeting later to discuss it. So hopefully we'll be able to tell you soon enough."

Bri shrugged. "Fair enough."

As the conversation turned to other topics, Sabrina stared down at her plate, pushing the food around without eating more than a couple bites. More and more of the camp was coming to life around her. Each of them another spot of anger, of grief, of sadness. All of their emotions feeding into Sabrina's own. Her stomach clenched. Where was Emilie when she needed her? Where was Max?

Gone. Both of them.

A little over an hour later, Chloe nudged Sabrina and stood up. Woodenly, Sabrina stood after her and picked up her mostly-uneaten meal Following Chloe toward the doorway, she dropped the plate into the trash before stepping outside. Chloe turned toward the Temple, where they were supposed to meet with Ladybug, Cat Noir, and the others. Sabrina slowly trudged after her, her eyes planted on the ground beneath her feet. So intent was she on studying the ground that she almost missed the sound of footsteps coming toward them from the opposite direction.

"Cavalière Lavande!" Rugindo Leoa called, waving for Sabrina to stop. "Exactly who I needed to find. We didn't have enough time to bring all the food yesterday, and we're short on water. Could you open another portal?"

Sabrina shrugged. "It's nice to be useful."

Chloe patted her on the shoulder consolingly. "You're always useful. We always need our Butterfly."

Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "Even after I blew up on everyone yesterday?"

"Especially after yesterday."

Sabrina let out a breath. "Even still, I can probably help more here than with trying to figure out our next steps." Her shoulders slumped. "I… don't know if I have any suggestions…"

Chloe nodded sympathetically. "I'll let you know if we come up with anything."

Rugindo Leoa beckoned for Sabrina to follow, and she transformed before joining Rugindo Leoa in jogging through the refugee camp toward the center of the camp, which had become the de facto supply depot after they had moved a second enormous shipping container there beside the first one the day before. Cavalière Lavande took a deep breath, concentrated on the same spot she had gone to last time, and shouted, "Voyage!" The portal shimmered into life in front of her, showing the same large warehouse, this time with another shipping container as well as several pallets of canned foods and water. She gave Rugindo Leoa a surprised look.

"Hakɛto's friend promised to restock this place as often as he can, especially with food and water," she explained, hopping through the portal with Cavalière Lavande right behind her. "The last thing we want is for people to start going hungry – especially with a couple million displaced, traumatized persons, all of whom are just a couple bad breaks away from snapping. The Red Cross has a couple trucks headed our way, too, but it's faster for him to bring them from the Canal straight to this warehouse."

Cavalière Lavande hummed and started wheeling a hand cart through the portal with several boxes labeled "Medical." Several of the African Miraculous users began doing the same, followed by others. A couple of the Australians were walking past, and Cavalière Lavande passed her boxes to one of them. "I think these can go over there," she told Biladurang, pointing at the tent labeled with the Red Cross symbol where a couple of nurses were tending people.

A little over five minutes later, Rugindo Leoa wiped her brow and stretched her back. "Thanks for helping," she told Cavalière Lavande. "There's just so much to bring through – and we'll need to get more every day. It's unfortunate you can only keep this open for a few minutes."

"I can open a new portal after Kaalki rests," Cavalière Lavande promised, "but yeah…"

"It's a pity we don't have portable portals," Biladurang observed, leaning against the stack of boxes. "I know Pegasus was working on something, but–" She cut off abruptly as Cavalière Lavande flinched. "Sorry."

Cavalière Lavande's shoulders slumped. "No…" She let out a breath. "It–it's okay." She frowned and suddenly cocked her head, her eyes widening in realization. "We do have 'portable portals'!" Biladurang gave her a funny look. "We have two space-planes, don't we?"

Biladurang's jaw dropped. "Bugger me! Why didn't I think of that?" She squeezed Cavalière Lavande's shoulder, laughing wryly. "I'll be right back."

Three minutes later, as Cavalière Lavande could sense the portal starting to flicker out, a space-plane approached, skimming low over the grass, and flew straight through the portal. The portal closed, and a couple minutes later Biladurang jogged back from the same direction. "It works!" she cheered, holding a hand out for a high-five from Cavalière Lavande and Rugindo Leoa. "We'll have to be careful not to drain the battery, and it won't work for large containers, but for the basics… It should last for at least a month of minimal usage. I'll move the other plane over here so it's a little more convenient." She frowned, looking around at the mixed crowd gathered around the supply depot. "Um… we probably shouldn't let any of those Dark Acolytes anywhere near it. Joey would have a fit if one of them even looked inside a plane…"

Rugindo Leoa hummed in acknowledgement. "I'll have one of our Initiates posted here to make sure that doesn't happen."

Biladurang nodded. "I would hate to see one of those bastards sneak through the space-plane portal to New Atlantis and wreak havoc there."

As the two of them continued to talk, Cavalière Lavande backed away from them and headed back across the camp toward the temple. It was nice to actually be needed. During the fight in Paris, she had felt completely helpless and useless. The Butterfly Miraculous wasn't really meant to fight – Emilie constantly reminded her that the Butterfly operated best when she supported her team by enhancing their own powers or recruiting champions to fight alongside the team. And she had done both against the Tarasque… but it had proven useless against the sheer might of the Tarasque. Nothing any of them had done had mattered in the end! She pursed her lips. The others were trying to figure out something else to use against the Tarasque, as if it hadn't just shrugged off everything they threw at it. What were they supposed to do now?

Cavalière Lavande was still pondering that question when the sound of raised voices drifted across the encampment from near the medical tent. Curious, Cavalière Lavande followed the crowd in that direction. She could sense anxiety, frustration, fear, guilt, shame, grief… Her eyes widened on finding her mother and Audrey Bourgeois standing with a small space between them. Audrey poked her mother in the chest and scoffed.

"Ridiculous! Your husband let our city be destroyed on his watch! Or do you think I forgot that Andre put him in charge of all this super-junk?" Audrey shouted, scoffing derisively.

"How was anyone supposed to be prepared for this?" Cavalière Lavande's mother yelled back into Audrey's face. "My husband made sure you were safe!"

"And yet we were stuck behind at the city hall almost to the last minute," retorted Audrey. Her eyes flashed. "We should have been the first ones to escape."

"I was there, too. Roger didn't show anyone any special treatment." Her mother's pain and grief spiked.

"And where is he now?" Audrey placed her hands on her hips. "He failed. Our 'Heroes' failed. So many people died–"

Cavalière Lavande froze, staring at Audrey in shock. The emotions around her built up as more and more people neared them, listening to Audrey's tirade. Anger, frustration, resentment, all of it condensed around a single location, all of it directed at the Heroes of Paris – it was all too much! She had to get away from it all! Turning in the opposite direction, Cavalière Lavande sprinted away from the camp as fast as she could, not even picking a direction but just running. She couldn't be here anymore. She couldn't listen to people blaming Max for their loss – not when he had given his–given his– She swallowed, choking back a sob.

How could Audrey speak that way? She had already known she was terrible – she'd known Chloe long enough to figure that out for herself. But this? She would put all of this on them? She would blame her father and Max and all of the others who had died so she would not? And Cavalière Lavande had been the one to instruct Doorman to evacuate city hall, too! Her fists clenched in anger. So many people had been killed. So many people had given their lives.

So much ingratitude.

Blinded by her tears, Cavalière Lavande didn't stop running until she had climbed the path away from the camp, crossed the road, and reached the edge of the woods. The emotions around her had dissipated from distance, though they had not gone away. She paused, looking around in surprise. Her flight had placed her close to the spot where Cora had been attacked. She frowned. It was finally quiet here. Most of the sadness and pain and grief had been blunted by distance; all she could feel was her mother and Audrey, still shouting at each other – Audrey more and more vindictive and angry; her mother more and more frustrated and upset.

"Why?" she whispered, sinking to her knees and sniffling back her tears.

"You know," an unfamiliar voice mused. Cavalière Lavande spun around in surprise, sensing an unfamiliar pool of emotions approach from deeper into the forest. "There is much that can be done when you have power and the will to use it…"