"Emma I couldn't ask you to watch me with your--" husband. The word goes unsaid but it stings all the same. For Belle it was a matter of grieving. She spent so much time away from him as it was and to be asked to do that again would break her heart. There would always be some part of her that would reserve her kinder, loving smiles for him. Even if they spoke she would keep it brief knowing that her heart was bound to betray her if it was, indeed, Emma's husband who might appear on this . . .whatever they're on.

Perhaps she did not share the insecurity of losing love to someone else, but if Emma's husband saw Belle and his heart was swayed she would command that strength out of herself to refuse him not matter how much it hurt. Could she move on? Probably not for quite some time. Maybe not at all. Watching them, being made to engage with them, would be painful but she could work through that, couldn't she?

In her mind, against that nagging voice that called her weak, she would summon up the courage to let him go because she loved him and he found someone else. What right does she have to destroy their happiness?

She shakes her head, building up her resolve. "If he is from my world you are more than welcome to chat with him as much as you like." She fidget with her hands, remembering the dagger as she did. "Just as I would expect the same from you. I would keep my distance of course. That would only be fair."