Bela laughed softly, almost soundlessly, smiling a little bit at the box. She was still creepy, but she seemed to be awfully nice. She reached out a tentative hand to lay her fingers on the wood, hoping the little being understood it as a thank-you.
As the box worked, she found Dean's hand and squeezed it. "Love you." Stupidly, if she wanted to be logical. She was thinking about having his children, for heaven's sake. For Bela, that spoke of borderline slavish devotion.