R1
Helena had arrived in R1 just a half hour prior to sunset, and she was getting settled in for what Ella hoped would be an uneventful stay of one evening, during which nothing at all strange or odd would happen.
When the sun sunk over the horizon, she was very intentionally not anywhere near a window (as she suspected Helena and Daniel were). She was in the kitchen, which she had taken over as a makeshift apothecary, and in which she was using rose petals to make salves for her injuries. The stitches had dissolved days early, thanks to the salve, and only the deepest cut on her neck showed signs of scarring.
When the sun set, she wasn't aware of any significant change (much as before), not immediately - or, rather, not as Ella. Her dress changed to a something appropriate to a merchant's daughter, and she began humming as she worked and wondering when she would see her father again.
Her father? But she'd just seen...
It was another minute or so before she (she being Beauty) realized that she was back. She began to think of what had happened to the woman (who she now knew was called Ella) in the last month, and she frowned. A moment later, she was out of the kitchen and walking through R1, looking for the Beast, her step careful and wary. She knew there was another woman in the apartment, though she, Beauty, had never met her.