Marinette sat still on her lounge chair, not seeing the Parisian night laid out before her.

Juuno sat beside her on the railing, joining her, and providing silent support to the unnerved girl. He glanced over when she shifted. Sensing what she wanted, the kwami gently states, "The nightmare you saw... it was a truth."

"It shouldn't be."

"It is. What you see will always be truth. It's, it's just a matter of whether or not it'll happen."

Marinette curls up on her lounge chair.

Juuno sighs. "It's the burden of the peacock. I'm, I'm sorry. Just, try not to cling to the fear of what may happen, or what you see." Glancing at her, Juuno states, "You will drown if you try to change anything."

Marinette pressed her face into her knees, muttering, "Its not fair..."

"I know. Its... its a burden." Juuno looks away. "All miraculouses have them."

In a small, quiet voice she asked, "...What are the others'?"

Juuno answered quickly, his tone even as he laid out the ones she knew.

"...The ladybug bears the burden of responsibility and strength. She, your friend, she cannot make a mistake. She cannot be weak. She cannot doubt. She fails, the consequences are grim. The burden is that pressure."

She rests her chin on her knees.

Juuno continues.

"The Black Cat, he has the burden of risk and fear. He has the power of ruin at his finger tips, if he makes a mistake and there is no Ladybug... he cannot fix anything. It's a frightening power to have. There have been many a Black Cat that have feared it." Juuno took an unsteady breath, not adding the fact that some, some did abuse it. "And because of that power, the black cat is associated with fear. He... he won't be warmly welcomed. At least, not as much as Ladybug."

"H-Hawk Moth?" she asks.

Juuno shifts, turning to her with knowing eyes. "The burden of the butterfly, limitations. The butterfly can only persuade, guide, and hope for their champions. They cannot help them fight, not without being in danger. Butterflies can only stay at a distance and watch. They have to keep a distance at their own safety. For those that want to be out there... it's a hard reality."

Marinette took a shaky breath. "Ma-Malin?"

"Doubt. The fox will never be trusted. There will always be doubt, suspicion following them like a shadow."

Marinette glanced down at the floor, fingers coming to trace the pasty white jewelry.

Juuno answered, "The peacock, the burden is truth. Tied to eternity, you will see many truths. Truths that may, or may not happen. Truths you cannot share, truths you can't change, less the river that is time drowns you." Juuno looked away, sighing. "I've lost a lot of peacocks to time. Peacocks that tried to change time's flow, to prevent certain events, or..."

Marinette shook. "It's not fair."

"Its not," Juuno agreed. Looking out, he perks when he sees a figure racing around, heading straight for he balcony. Ducking down, Juuno fled into Marinette's room, leaving the leery girl to stare after him in exhausted confusion. Only to jump as Malin hops on the railing.

"Hello Princess!" he greets, then frowns as he notices her expression. Leaning forward, he asks, "You ok?"

Cracking a forced smile, she waved the fox away. "Yeah, just... just a nightmare. It's, it's nothing."

Malin tilts his head, gaze knowing but didn't press. Instead he offered, "Do you need a snuggle? We're not known for it, but foxes can be quite snuggly when we want to be. We're very fluffy after all." His tail echoed the brag, wagging behind him.

Eyeing him for a moment of consideration, Marinette slowly crept to the side of her seat.

Grinning, Malin sat down next to her on the small seat, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

Neither minded the touch.

His tail came and wrapped around her waist, and Marinette's fingers came to rest the soft material. It was a mix of fluff and silk under her fingers. She wanted this material on a pillow. Shuffling next to her, Malin brought out his flute. Setting his lips on it, he started to play.

Marinette didn't recognize the tune, and watched the orange smoke rise out of the end, watching it take shape and bloom into different colors.

She watched as figures came to life.

Ballgowns and suits.

Princesses and knights.

With sweet, loving smiles, they danced and twirled in the air above her, swaying to the music Malin played.

Marinette leaned against the fox, watching the show till her eyes grew heavy and she fell asleep, her ears filled with Malin's song.

The midnight gala replaced the image of a dark room, full of ghost white butterflies, and the whimpers of a kwami.

And a gasping man, leaning heavily on a cane, standing over a still mysterious figure on the ground.

"Goodnight Princess," a soothing voice bid as the music stopped and warmth wrapped around her.

She didn't have anymore nightmares for the rest of the night.