As Erik seemed oddly calm, Belle was in despair. She couldn't stop crying, her hand getting stained with his blood. When Erik opened his eyes, she was about to ask what was happening. She was so distressed that, at the moment, she couldn't even remember the curse. When he became the man she had seen and slept besides in the past few nights, Belle opened her lips for a moment, before embracing him just as tight. Her face was hidden in Erik's shoulder as the men turned on Gaston. She didn't even realize they had all gone away until she looked up, her eyes still watering up.<br/><br/>Looking back to Erik, Belle touched his face and kissed it several times. "I thought you... he... you..." She embraced him again. "Don't ever scare me like that again. I though I had lost you." Her voice faltered for a moment. "What were you thinking, getting yourself in front of a hunting knife like this?", she asked, finally managing to stop crying. "Does it hurt... anything?"