Tension eased out of her muscles by degrees; the farther Baba walked, the more Beauty relaxed, until she was smiling again. "Some," she confessed quietly to the stranger beside her, "Are more difficult to love than others."
When he promised to protect her, she grinned. It was sweet, and she wasn't so certain of herself and her safety around Baba as to say she didn't need the help. "Thank you," she said, squeezing the arm she had in her grasp. "And wouldn't you know -- Red still didn't tell me the date."
Beauty let out a sigh. She'd been on her way to find Errol, but she never was the type to turn away from someone who needed help -- and she marked this man among them.
"My name is Honour Bellaforte," she said at last. "But most everyone calls me 'Beauty'. I rather think I'd forget to answer if you called me by my birth name! And, while we walk to find a paper, won't you tell me yours?"