Belle regrets it the moment she says anything about her particular ability. He doesn't do anything, but she can see the subtle light that sparks in his eyes. It's not as though what she is is a secret. There is no hiding the monster beneath her skin, but it does become bothersome after a while. "So I have heard," she says. "About your princess and less about your ruined finery."

There's another quirk of a smile. "I am sure whatever you did, the nose was most deserved." But here she hesitates again, glancing from his arm to his face before she decides to take his arm. He isn't a danger, her animal senses tell her, but bears think of very little about the intricacies of human affairs. "I would like to see the gardens, in that case. I've been cooped up for too long."