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Her heart feels for him. He's displaced as much as she is if that version of Rumpel remembers her or not. Being the sentimental woman she is Belle completely understands his accusations. If only Henry knew how right he was. Maybe it is best he doesn't. Even his son, in another world, could do better at resisting the temptation than she did. What sort of wife does that make her in the end?

"Well why don't I make dinner? You can come over and we can all sit down together. I know he isn't who you want to him to be but you do need to have someone to talk to." She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "What's your favorite meal?"

She shakes her head. "I don't blame you at all. You know what," she tilts her head to the side with a smile. "I'm glad you reminded me how important it is to protect it."