Belle kept her eyes closed and tried to keep herself relaxed enough for a good night's sleep. She had many curiosities in her mind about the beast, but she felt that it was not the time to ask about them again. She couldn't bring herself to cuddle him back yet, but she didn't try to escape his arms. It was company, at least. And maybe, if she was pleasant enough, he would tell her his story one day. As the beast undid her braid, Belle moved a little. She could feel his touch on her hair, but it was a pleasant feeling. As he murmured something to himself, she opened her eyes with a soft "hmmm?".<br/><br/>She hadn't really heard or made any sense of his words. It had been the rumor they made that had made her open her eyes, still confused. Moving around, Belle turned so she could face the beast. The previous night, she had been too scared to actually look at his face. Now, she felt a little more relaxed and could pay attention to his looks. After looking at him for a few seconds, she decided to ask only one question and let him make out whatever he wanted out of it. "Why?", she asked, very quietly, since the castle was silent at that dead hour of the night.