Claude was walking around the house, kind of wandering. Curious as to where Stella was, he tried to find the servants, but they weren't to be found either. He had forgotten how long it took to set up a room, so he simply walked along the halls. He could feel the beast inside him, his primal side, but the monster seemed content in all ways and therefore there was no conflict going on within Claude's body. Strolling along, he eventually came to the hall where he and Stella's rooms had been prepared, remembering now that it did indeed take some time to set up a room. He could hear Jerome and Hector working away, and then the echos of Massa and Nancy. A smile touched his face, but he tried to hide it. He saw Stella's door was cracked and couldn't help but knock to see if she was there. When he got no response, he decided it wouldn't be rude to look in and see if her bed had been replaced. Opening the doors, as if by instinct, his eyes fell Stella, or rather her legs poking out of the water in the tub. Very embarrassed, he was about to leave, feeling rude when he realized that he didn't hear any bubbles from her breathing. Claude sprung into action, grabbing the blanket off the bed to cover her as he plunged his hands into the tub and picked her up out of it. Their bodies were separated by the blanket, so he didn't see her naked. Quickly, he got her onto the bed.