Belle was happy to do the needlework for the maids. She knew they had other things to do, and other people to care for.  As for herself, Belle had nothing to do, or nobody to care for inside the castle. She felt that her life would be pretty lonely, so she might as well make herself useful there. Sewing with a book near by her, warmed up by the roaring fire, Belle seemed, if not happy, at least content with her fate. It did not take very long, though, for her to feel that someone was watching.<br/><br/>Looking around for a while, the young woman finally found the beast there. Her first reaction was a deep sigh. There was something deeply disturbing about him silently standing there and watching over her. Her second reaction was to blush as she remembered his arms wrapped tightly around her.<br/><br/>After a moment to think, Belle gestured for the beast to move closer. "Are you not cold, Sir? Would you not feel better by the fire?", she asked gently, hoping he would accept this invitation, so that she could try and talk to him about what had happened on the night before. And maybe, who knows, even figure out what was happening to him, and why he had wanted her there.