Belle studies. She really doesn't get as lonely as Beast - and maybe he and Chelise can fall in love if she stays out of their way, and then the curse will break and Belle can ransack the library and go home, that would be fine. She works.
"Because I didn't know what you'd think of it," he says. "And I cared more about making you well than about making her dead."
"I don't love the idea of killing her. Not without being sure. ...Maybe there's a spell that will let me find out, though."
She picks up her index and finds which book has all those useful divination spells.
She finds the book, and looks through it. There's that looking into the past spell she first used to find what Beast looked like as a human, but it doesn't aim specifically enough to let her see Chelise pushing - or not pushing - her down the stairs. She pages through the rest of the book.
"Here's one," she murmurs. "A memory spell. I could just restore my memory."
Belle nods. "It's only a little one. I can channel it myself just fine. Unless you'd like me to put it through you instead."
"Oh, well, if it's only little, I don't mind you doing it yourself," he says, nuzzling her shoulder.
She remembers going up to her room for a look at one of the books in Albish; she wanted to check for a cognate she'd half-recalled -
And she was startled, and did stumble, and Chelise had reached out, and -
"She pushed me," Belle murmurs.
"We can hardly evict her; the curse won't let her get far. It's possible I could just wrap myself in enough wards to be safe, but..." Belle chews her lip. "Is there, do you suppose, any chance left you could fall in love with her?"
"If you had died," he says, "I would have made myself love her, and then if she loved me and I was free I would have killed her, and if she did not and I was not I would have killed her when the rose died."
"I - I cannot begin to understand why that would be. Any of it."
"I want to be free," he says. "But I hate her. But you can love someone and hate them. It's even easier, in some ways. But I don't want to if I have another chance. Because I hate her."
"I don't think I know how to love someone and hate them." She snorts softly. "But then - I don't even know how to do the first alone. Still. It sounds harder, not easier."
"So," he says. "I could love her, and it would hurt, and I would kill her. Or I could just kill her now and not have to worry about it."
"I might manage to love you soon, though," Belle whispers. "And then we could all go. I doubt she's dangerous to her friends, when she can go where she likes."