"Yeah, I figured if I followed my nose, I'd find the kitchen eventually."  She said, looking between the younger man and Darius.  Max shuffled off, but he looked back a few times, as if he could tell there was something curious and odd between Darius and Belle.  When they were left alone, Belle suddenly felt the tension too.  She almost felt guilty for what had happened to her, the fact that she had been taken from him and this pack.  It had clearly left a mark on him, and she could not help but wonder if it had scarred the pack in the same way.<br/><br/>"It's okay, there was a lot going on..."  Belle stated.  It was an understatement, but she couldn't really blame him for running off and letting her rest like he did.  She would have probably done the same if the roles had been reversed.<br/><br/>"Did I wake you up?  I'm sorry, I figured I could find the kitchen myself.  The last time I ate was breakfast at the diner, and with the wound..."  It still hurt, but she could tell it was healing.  It would heal faster with a full belly, especially if they had some meat on hand.