When Beast turned towards her, he would have seen the open affection on her face, her lips curved into a warm and gentle smile. As Belle had been watching the exchange between servant and master, the dread and worry had faded, replaced by something else. He was awkward and moody and terribly temperamental...but it was becoming clear to her now that this was all he knew how to do. In his worry for Mrs. Potts, his anger was just a way for him to cope.

"You're welcome," she said softly, ducking her head a bit shyly. It would be too much right now to say she understood just how much Beast cared for Mrs. Potts. She cast a glance to the teapot in question, sharing a dimpled smile. "I was happy to help." This had not gone remotely how she had expected...and she was glad for it.