Belle's exclamation over his wounds took Beast by surprise. He looked down at her hands, and his eyes widened. "That's...mine?"

And that was when he felt it. A deep slash ran across the back of his right shoulder, and his sleeve was now hanging loose from his shirt. "I'm...all right..." he said breathlessly, steeling himself against the pain. He didn't want Belle to be worried about him, she was the reason he was here in the first place.