Belle opened her mouth to answer his question, but before she could, Marie came back in.  Belle returned her smile with a soft shrug of her shoulders.  "There's nothing to apologize for, you're helping me."  Belle actually would have been fine with him watching, something about the man made her feel calm, which was usually the sort of emotion she inspired in others.<br/><br/>As Marie worked on cleaning and mending the wound, Belle thought about Darius' question.  She had been so young when her parents were taken from her, she had no real memories of what they were like.  That did not mean she had no details about them though.  Now she was endlessly curious why he would ask if she knew anything.<br/><br/>"My father's name was Edward...I don't know my mother's, the only piece of evidence I found about them, her name--"  Belle suddenly winced as Marie hit a tender spot with the rag. "--was scratched out."  She explained.  She did not know his last name, or any other details.  She had often wondered if she had siblings or other family.