Biting her bottom lip as she heard about the rose, Stella nodded slowly in understanding now. "He thinks no one can learn to love a beast.." she whispered quietly. As Massa came over, she was tugged out of her thoughts as she picked up her dress. Turning her head to look at Massa, she smiled a bit and nodded. "Sounds reasonable.. Thank you Massa and Jerome," she said quietly before walking over to the door off the kitchen. Slowly opening it, she peeked out to see the empty hall and slowly stepped out of the kitchen. Freezing in her place as she heard the heavy footsteps of Claude in his beast form. Yet, there was something different about them. They seemed...calmer and less frenzied.<br/><br/>Her curiosity got the better of her as she slipped out of her slippers so that her steps would be silent as she looked around. Picking up the hem of her dress so it wouldnt drag on the ground, she walked silently to the base of the grand staircase. Pausing, she listened for anything other than her own breathing, but the castle was strangely silent. Quickly and silent ascending the staircase, she reached the top and stopped. Quickly checking both ways before she truned to face the west wing where she had been originally placed. Lightly stepping around the wreckage now in the west wing, she quietly headed for her wrecked room. Freezing just outside the doorway as she saw Claude sleeping in his beast form on her bed.<br/><br/>Icy claws of fear clawed down her spine and chills crept up through her body as she watched him sleeping there on her mattress. But...why? Why her room? Was that her blanket that she saw tucked in his arms? Taking a slow and hesitant step forward to get a better look at what was tucked in his arms, she clearly saw the red fabric of her blanket. A small blush crept along her cheeks as she thought that maybe..maybe it  was something he..valued having.. Shaking her head quickly to shake the thought from her head, she looked about the room as a chill breeze licked at her skin. Rubbing her arms, she realized he must be cold at least even with all that fur.<br/><br/>Quickly and silently, she made her way over to the fireplace and as quietly as possible, she started up a fire. Slowly bringing a small fire to life in order to warm up the room a little bit, almost completely forgetting about the cursed man sleeping in her bed, she closed her eyes lightly and held out her hands near the fire valuing the warmth emitting from it.