Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
Ella frowned at Rosalie. Sleeping Beauty wasn't actually her name. Maybe her name was Rosalie, here and there, because somewhere in her mind she knew that there was a there. "That isn't your name," she finally said, then she frowned. She knew Rosalie's tale, and she assumed it was because Rosalie was from the same place as she. A princess from a castle, where she was only a merchant's daughter. Still, something didn't make sense. "Why aren't you frightened of the witch's curse?" she asked the other woman. Witch's curses were, as indicated by Ella's expression, very serious.
Throughout this entire exchange, she kept glancing at the Beast, who was inching ever closer. "Father says I don't have to stay," she told him, with a tiny tilt of her chin, before skittering her gaze away and back to Rosalie, wincing at the care to her shoulders. "But if it means he's safe and you'll help him, I will."