Jaques soon left to make Erik and Belle something to eat. Erik, though in a great deal of pain, reached up and fondled her hair in his hand. He didn't say anything. Feeling her head against his, he shut his eyes calmly. Even after everything, her running away and all, he still forgave her. "Shhh. just relax." he hushed her, petting her head. "I... forgive you."<br/><br/>With a pained grunt, he lifted himself up. His face was creased painfully as he took those labored steps upstairs and to his room. For the first time, he allowed her to enter. The room was a mess. Pieces and bits of furniture littered the floor, as well as scraps of cloth. A large painting of him in his human form hung from the wall, lightly askew and a large claw mark through the middle of it. Weakly, Erik collapsed onto the bed, closing his eyes.