Belle had spent most of her time since learning of the library in the room filled with as many books as she could possibly want. It was astounding, really. She had never seen that many books, the aisles went on for miles it seemed. She had found many books on the subjects she wished to learn about in regards to this place, as well as books she would put on a list to read once she was more adjusted to this place. Though, perhaps she should ask for suggestions...
Still, there were some things that Belle missed from home. Well, there was a lot. She missed her father. She missed the early morning walks she'd take before everyone woke up. And while she couldn't have her father here, she could at least take walks in the morning when most people were still asleep. It was peaceful, the strange mechanical things called cars weren't out and sometimes Belle was able to forget the very strange situation she found herself in. Yes, she had wanted an adventure and while nothing had happened in the week she had been here, she was missing the sense of normal she had in her life. Funny how that worked.
But no matter. It was early in the morning and given the conversation she had had with Prim the night before and realizing she was one of the fictional, Belle finished her small breakfast and headed out to the park. It was a nice location, calm in the early hours and it was the closet to the the hillside she would go to back home. No paved roads and strange store fronts. Just trees and grass. Well, and benches and paths, but it was closer than the streets. And there were large areas of grass that the seventeen year old was fond of for reading purposes. Stepping through the clearing, the brunette blinked when she saw someone leaning against a tree and not looking well at all. She didn't pay much mind to his manner of dress as she was a bit more concerned about the not seeming to be well thing he had going on for him.
Rushing over, Belle bit her lower lip, there were people there, early morning walkers who didn't seem to pay him much mind, but they were lost in their conversations. Fine.
"Are you all right?"
She wouldn't touch him yet just because she wasn't certain if he was dangerous but he seemed weak. And lost, confused. Much as she had been just a week previous. Still, she did manage to remember to speak in English despite her natural instinct to speak in French, but she was in an English speaking country so... unless this person before her was French as well, English it would be.