While Erik tossed and turned with his recurring nightmare, Belle slept peacefully, or at least she was tired enough not to wake up easily. At that specific moment, she was having her usual pleasant dreams, about when her mother was alive. When Erik gasped and sat up straight, though, Belle had no choice but to wake up, since she was sleeping with her head on his good shoulder. She lifted up a little as he moved, and fell softly back on the bed, her eyes wide open.<br/><br/>She still looked at him worriedly as he grabbed his shoulder. When Erik laid back down, Belle took a deep breath and placed her hand over his shoulder again. "It's all right", she murmured softly. Her fingers raked on his hair, moving it away from his face. "How do you feel?", she asked quietly, closing her eyes as well.