Bell's eyes were more keen than she let on – she'd already noticed his injuries but was not letting on that she knew anything. When he shifted his position in his seat, when he'd moved across the room, even when he bent at the waist to refill his tea. She as indications of pain in his movements. Moving to refill her own tea and once again dropping far to many sugar cubes into it to be even the least bit healthy before she gave it a stir and then took a delicate sip. Declan's words about her help being an option tugged a small smile across her lips as they pressed to the rim of the cup.<br/><br/>When he turned back to the situation at hand she felt her mind relate to his words about the Hatter – he acted the same around Tiger Lily actually. The man was half crazed but he seemed to want to go the extra mile for her every time she'd dragged Bell with her. It could have something to do with her being a princess of sorts to her tribe – Chiefs daughter pretty much related to the same thing. Bell started to have an idea forming on just how they would be able to get in without the Hatter's notice and keep the crazed lunatic's attention elsewhere.<br/><br/>Her attention was drawn when he shuffled his shoulder and tended to the bandage though a brow slowly quirked – though her curiosity was directed to his arm itself rather than the wound. She'd been there when he'd been attacked by the Crowing Fool - she was surprised that he could move as well as he could. But she could sense the herbs and ointments that someone had fixed him up with. He motioned for the book and it was floating across the room towards them.<br/><br/>Hungrily her eyes scanned what she could of the book from it's position without getting up or otherwise moving from her position as she sipped her tea. When he started to explain the task before them her eyes would dart from him to the book and back again while he spoke. She quirked a brow – she'd heard of such an apple before but had no way of telling if it were real. One of her talents was sensing and hunting out magic where and when it was being used, but identifying original form was not a part of that talent. Maybe after a few more hundred years she could hone it more to do such – but she'd never paid it much attention. Simply put she mostly used it to keep herself out of traps, and away from more dangerous magics. Before she could voice her inabilities in that matter however he asked what she would request of him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">“I want the Gilden Key back from Pan – I need help getting it. As such – I have friends keeping and eye on his movements as best as they can. But in my time here in Odense I haven't really made many … friends who could actually help me take him down. I wager I'll have to probably have to kill him in the end”</span>Her eyes grew a darker shade of green that had a faint glow to them as she said this, she didn't want to kill anyone – but the truth of the matter was he'd done some serious shit to her life and while she wasn't an important fey – she still felt this was her own trial and that he would have to be destroyed to ever truly be safe from his lunacy.<br/><br/>When he said she should go home and change though he would move her hands to the sides and look down at herself wondering what was wrong with her clothing? She didn't think it was very risky just some black jeans – which yeah sure they did fit her form very well – and well yeah the tank top was a cropped type that showed off a good amount of her stomach but hell most of her cloths looked like this or … well worse. She blushed a little though realizing Declan had taken notice of her form and felt suddenly a bout of mixed emotions on that matter. She shook her head before she stood finishing her second cup of sugared tea.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">“Sure I can head home and change – it'll give me a chance to see what 'Shire is up to tonight. I figure he and my friend Lily can get us in with little to no notice”</span>She smirked a little knowing Lily would be happy to help of course she'd have to explain things to her too – at least why she'd run off so quickly this morning.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">“Gimme an hour?” </span>She asked pulling a small notebook from her jacket pocket and jotting down a quick line before yanking the page out and holding it out to Declan.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">“Meet me here?”</span>the note scribbled out was her address. She felt weary of handing it over – but for some reason she trusted Declan not something that came easily to her either. She found this odd too but pushed the troubling thoughts away and figured she would stop to process emotions later on.<br/><br/>She slid into her jacket and was about to turn to leave before she realized what she'd forgotten a few moments before<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d"> "How're you gonna know which is the right apple?"</span>She'd seen many a golden apple while at the club and was simply a curious being by nature.