Bella had grasped Regulus' hand with a small, grateful smile. She wanted to ask him to forgive her for acting so oddly, but that was even more out of character for her. She had never asked forgiveness from anyone.
Bella's hands stopped shaking. In fact, she seemed frozen. Even with a tear sliding down her cheek, she didn't move. She stayed, just looking at Regulus with a worried expression. She hadn't heard him right. There was no way. But he kept talking. Kept explaining, making it impossible for her to pretend otherwise. How could he..?
She was angry. No, she was sad. She should go tell Tom. Wiat, she should tell Regulus it was alright. But it wasn't. Bella was confused, her feelings had never been conflicted before. Never.
The baggage. That had to be it. Not only was it making her overly emotional, but it was making her consider that what Regulus had done was alright. ...Was it? She moved, finally, sinking back into the cushions of the couch. She hadn't taken her hand away, but her expression was pained. Her thoughts were too...He was family. That was what was most important, wasn't it? It was what she had always been taught, but she had pledged her allegiance to the Dark Lord.
She took a deep breath, and looked at Regulus, confusion showing on her face. "How did you believe he was hurting us?" She didn't know what to do, and asking questions seemed like the most reasonable course of action.