Jaques walked out of his master's room, looking exhausted, both mentally and physically. How was he to calm his master? Maybe he wasn't the one to do it... He jumped near out of his skin when Belle spoke up. "Oh! Oh, right, of course." he said distractedly, shaking his head a little. He soon returned with the basket and handed it to her. "Uh, Belle. Master Erik is very... on edge right now. He really just... well, wants you to like him, even if he scared your father away."