Claude got up slowly when Stella left and followed her. He didn't know why, he just felt he should. He curled up by the door she closed, his massive body heating her from through the wood and iron. He couldn't fall back asleep, he heard her soft sobs and was heart broken by the sound. It hurt him physically to hear her sad, but why? He was avoiding the thought that he had feelings for her, he was sure he lost those when he was cursed. The door opened up inwards, so he wasn't blacking her in if she opened the door and he had fallen asleep, but sleep didn't find him the rest of the night, and he was still awake when he painfully shifted down in the morning. He remained outside the door, but he stood up and made room for her to exit the room<br/><br/>The servants had started breakfast and tidied up a bit due to there actually being a guest in the house. Massa had found her old sowing materials so she could fix Stella's dress when she arrived. Hector was out feeding Snow and making sure that the mare was doing well