It was dark out when Jaques returned to her room. He smiled gently, holding out a square tray with a bowl of soup, some bread, a glass of milk, and some cookies on it. "I thought you might be hungry." he murmured, setting the tray on the bedstand before settling himself on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling... miss?" It was awkward that he didn't know her name, but there wasn't much he could do about it until she told him.<br/><br/>Unbeknownst to Belle, the beast, still in his own room, was bracing himself against the wall. He let out groans of pain as his spine and arm and leg bones crunched and melded together again, making him grow shorter and his hunch disappear. His fur receded into his skin, which appeared to be a smooth olive tone. It didn't retract on the top of his head though, and he was left with a long mane of ashen gray hair, shaggy and unkept. Slowly he sank to his knees, panting heavily and dripping with sweat as the numbing pain finally left his body.<br/><br/>This happened every night, as soon as the sun went down. It was all a part of the curse. A curse set upon him and the rest of the staff by an enchantress, who had disguised herself as an old hag and had wished to pry a good deed out of him. As a stubborn young man, he refused to bring her into his home, and simply shut the door in her face. Much to his regret. Now he was more animal than human, even with these nights where he could regain his human form.