When she heard him drift off, Beauty winced. She knew his mind must have strayed back to the life he'd just lost and her heart hurt for him. She knew the sting of memory, especially a memory that was fresh. If his breakfast had been made by her, and Beauty was beginning to suspect that this was true, then it was a rough spot for Beauty to be in. She didn't think he would believe that she was trying to replace the one he'd lost, but she knew better than to think that it would be easy for him to have someone else make breakfast for him this morning.
Still... it wouldn't stop her.
"I think I can manage something like that," she said lightly, hoping her voice was pleasant enough without any of the hurt she felt radiating into her from the form behind her. "Do you like tea?"