Belle almost snorted with her laughter, as she thought of the Queen huffing and throwing a childish fit over these silly little objects' refusal so obey her. Of course, she wasn't at all sure the sorcerers of her world would have the same reactions, but it was a nice thing to think about. "Probably the universe's way of trying to keep them from getting too terribly full of themselves," she said, as she caught her breath--realizing that her body probably would be exhausted from just going around today and enjoying herself, but that it would be worth it.
She bit her lip, but nodded. "Yes. I honestly don't understand why the men where I'm from think women don't or can't fight; I think if they knew what some of us have done without setting foot on a battlefield they'd turn white." She wondered what her father would think of the fact she'd stood in the Dark One's face and nearly yelled at him, or faced down a yaougai with only a book and a borrowed sword she hadn't a clue how to use. Would he still treat her like a child? Probably--he'd probably lock her up himself, to try to keep her safe.
"You sound like you've been through quite a lot yourself," she said softly. "And you sound rather strong. I'd guess that all this is probably not near as overwhelming to you as it might be to some other people."