The first thing that Plagg remembers seeing out of a bright green button eye is the face of his Savior.
It's a little disorienting at first, to suddenly blink into existence after long years—was it decades, or centuries?—of the eternal nothingness of space. If her silver needle threading through the button holes is what fished him out of oblivion, then it is her blindingly radiant smile that calms his initial terror—where is this place? Where is Tikki?— and anchors him to this reality.
She's beautiful in the classic sense, with hair like burnished gold and nose as patrician as they come, but what prevents him from shedding this new incomplete skin, this body made of scraps of black velvet and gray silk and green buttons, is the smile that curves like a moon on her lips.
"Oh!" He hears her say.
Her voice is like ambrosia, honey-sweet and refreshing, and he strains to hear more with his one unfinished ear.
She places a scrap of velvet on the other side of his head, before taking out a pair of small scissors. He can't see what she does, but he can hear the sound of blades shearing thin fabric.
Snip, snip.
"And...there!" Her voice is much clearer now. "What a beautiful minou you are, ma cherie!" She says. "Even Gabriel would approve of you! Oh, Adrien will love you forever!"
Her tinkling laughter echoes in both of his new ears, and she beams at him again with that radiantly sun-bright smile.
This must be what true beauty looks like, he realizes, and he vows to himself to keep that smile on her face, to serve her for the rest of his life.