Belle hesitated, eyes dark in her pale face as she regarded the man called Harry. What if this was a trap? If even Yuna -- experienced, strong and wise Yuna -- could be deceived, who's to say a simple peasant girl with her head in the clouds couldn't?
Then again, what choice did she have?
She rushed forward, glancing behind her furtively as the gate's door swung closed behind her. "Y-yes," she could only reply in response, her nerves frayed and exhaustion wearing thin the edges of social etiquette; she didn't even think to introduce herself. Belle hurried up to the shop, eyeing the battered appearance of the Victorian-style building with mild curiosity before stepping inside completely.
Once inside, she whirled around to face him, holding out Yuna's brush. "Mr. Dresden, I'm not sure why you wanted this but please, do what you can to help Yuna! That horrible man Hades has her and she's hurting, I know it..."
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Then again, what choice did she have?
She rushed forward, glancing behind her furtively as the gate's door swung closed behind her. "Y-yes," she could only reply in response, her nerves frayed and exhaustion wearing thin the edges of social etiquette; she didn't even think to introduce herself. Belle hurried up to the shop, eyeing the battered appearance of the Victorian-style building with mild curiosity before stepping inside completely.
Once inside, she whirled around to face him, holding out Yuna's brush. "Mr. Dresden, I'm not sure why you wanted this but please, do what you can to help Yuna! That horrible man Hades has her and she's hurting, I know it..."