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"Beast," says Belle. "Your arm."

He's also ruined the outfit he was wearing.
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"...Mm," he says, peering at it. Then he shrugs.

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"You're bleeding. Badly. Even if you don't care if it hurts you're still bleeding. And you've turned into a cat monster again."

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"I noticed," he says dryly. "What do I do about it?"

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"I can probably remember that healing spell, even if there's no hope of finding the book without unpacking half the library," Belle says. "It was only a few days ago I cast it. I have no idea about the transformation part, but we can manage that later - ready?"

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He nods.

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Belle drops into her mindscape and casts. This is the first time she's done the same spell more than once, and it's easier, like one of the rosepetals in her mindscape has the steps stored for her in their illegible private language.

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At about the same time, the wound in his arm disappears and he turns human again with a happy little shiver.

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"Well," she says when she opens her eyes, "there you go, human again - and I don't know why."

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"Me neither," he says with a shrug, and snuggles up to her again.

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Belle decides to worry about this matter in the morning. She snuggles up to him likewise and goes to sleep.

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In the morning, he remains human. And cuddly. Always cuddly.

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Of course he is cuddly.

"I didn't take long to find the castle from Les Fourches. We're very likely to get there today, or to a neighboring village depending on how badly my map is wrong. You will need to be wearing something," Belle says.
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"I am!" he protests.

It's... more or less true. Mostly less.
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"The fact that it was a dress was bad enough. It is now significantly less than a dress."

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He giggles.

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Belle eventually figures something out that sacrifices upper body coverage in favor of more thorough handling of the key general area. And on they go.

They don't find Les Fourches, but when they're out of the woods Belle does know where they are. "Oh, this is Rianne," she says. "I know how to get home from here. I wonder if we can barter for a proper outfit before going on, though, with some of the food maybe. Unless you're likely to change again?"
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"I have no idea if I will change again," he says. "Perhaps we should just carry around a spare pair of trousers and wait until I really need them."

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Belle nods.

Into town they go.

They get some peculiar looks.
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Beast does not even slightly care.

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Belle doesn't care as much as she would if this were her own village. She manages to extract directions to a vendor of clothing, and trades the first six things to hand in the food bag (a jar of preserves, a loaf of bread, a pecan pie, a round of cheese, a salted leg of lamb, and a bottle of honey) for two pairs of trousers that look likely to fit the Beast.

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Does he have to put one on? He rather likes the questionable dress.

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The dress is much too questionable. Belle points at the changing room in the shop with a raised eyebrow.

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Fine, fine.

He enters the changing room and comes back betrouser'd.
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Belle orients herself, and they set out for Les Fourches, which is a four-hour walk away.

She is recognized as soon as they walk into town; her father isn't among the crowd, but the bookseller and the baker both are, and they call her name.

"Hello!" Belle calls back, waving and smiling.
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