Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
She made a sound that was very much humph, and she looked right back at him. "I'll stay, if you agree to keep your word. Otherwise, I'm leaving." Injuries, obviously, didn't play a role in that decision, nor did vampires.
She looked at Rosalie, and her use of the unfamiliar name - Ella - made her shake her head. It wasn't right. It wasn't precisely wrong, but enough hours had passed that she was mostly Beauty, and Ella wasn't correct. She touched a hand to her own chest and said Belle, but she didn't linger on it. Ella was close; it was probably list a mistake. "But I prefer Beauty." Yes, English. She preferred English.
"My father," she told her, very intentionally not looking at the Beast while she said it, "had made an arrangement with the Beast, you see," she said, twirling the ring on her hand, a sigh escaping her lips. It wasn't very fair that the Princess be stuck here too just because she had tried to be kind to her.
"She can be safe from the witch in her own castle," she finally said, this time to the Beast.