Belle shifted to the side of the bed, so that she could work the wet clothes off with Marie's help.  For some strange reason, she didn't want Darius to go, but she chalked the odd feelings up to just the fears of the day.  So much had happened and he had saved her in spite of it.<br/><br/>Once the clothes were off, Belle surrounded herself in the blanket that sat at the foot of the bed, since Darius was not quite back with the clothes she was supposed to borrow.  "Perhaps you should mend my leg, and then I can re-dress once it's finished?"  It just seemed easier in her mind.