Yorda withdrew her hand, although she still looked up at him. "You sound sad," she told him, a small frown crossing her face. "Why?" It was such a simple question, but Yorda had no idea, of course, what the answers might entail. As far as she could tell, the Beast seemed like a perfectly nice person to her, and if she knew that people were afraid of him, the princess wouldn't be able to understand why.