Bella watched him as he put on a robe and then followed the person out the door, after speaking to her in a cold, harsh manor. She couldn't understand what she had done wrong this time. He seemed like one moment he was kind and caring, the next he hated her more than anything else. She sighed. Bella wished she could leave, wished she could go home, but clearly that was not going to happen any time soon, if at all. Bella curled up in a ball in front of the fire, the room had gone back to it's warmth and the cold presence had also gone. Bella didn't understand how any of this worked, or what made it work the way it did. But most of all, she couldn't understand Lucien's behaviour. Bella lay there on the floor, curled up, feeling the warmth from the fire. Even though the floor was uncomfortable, she didn't mind it. Without realizing it, she slowly fell asleep. Lulled by the warmth in the room.