Yorda flinched as the Beast yelled at her, tears filling her eyes. She hunched her shoulders but did not cower, recognizing the pain in his voice. "I am sorry," she managed trembling slightly. "I did not wish to offend you." She blinked at him, not knowing how to answer, until... "I do not mock people. That was what my mother did." Despite the terrible fright Beast had given her, she reached to pat him on the arm again. "I wish to be your friend," the girl decided.