A few days passed peacefully for Belle...
In the carriage she threw a pea in the air and muttered something and the peas freefall slowed to a snails pace. She threw the ritual dagger towards it and it skillfully impaled the pea. She repeated this action a few times before a knock rang out from the door.
The carriage had stopped but she just assumed they were taking a break. Belle looked out towards the door and muttered something and the handle slowly unlatched itself. A person slowly entered , it was Chris.
Chris looked a lot more mature than when she first met him. He now had a small scar on his face and his usual Impulse nature had be shadowed by a new calculative look. Mable stood behind him and she had a sharper sense to her. She also seemed more reserved and thoughtful of her actions. All of her previous injuries had healed extremely well and she looked relatively unchanged physically. There was however her arms and legs which were still covered in bandages to hide the scabs.
Belle was about to ask what they were here for before Chris looked deeply at her and spoke.