A faint light caught Beast's eye as they walked. That glow, that shape...he knew what that was! Forgetting himself, he whirled around and tensed up, a growl rumbling in his chest.

"Why do you have my mirror?!" he demanded, growling again. "Tell me!"

The thought that he may have given it to her in the castle didn't occur to him, nor did he think of how nice it would be to have the mirror with him again. He was too absorbed in how important that mirror was to him, even though Belle meant far, far more.