They watched her as she walked away, then Snow motioned Belle inside. They struggled with the door for a few minutes, attempting to get inside without it falling on the floor again. When they had managed it, Belle wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, trying to wipe away dirt, but instead smearing on more. Snow looked at her sympathetically, and licked her cloak, rubbing it roughly against the smaller girl's head. Belle, feeling a little humiliated to have to be tended to like this shrugged Snow's arm away.

"What?" Snow stated, startled by the reaction. "I'm just trying to help." She walked away.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm exhausted..." She examined the room, which looked better, but still really filthy, "... and we're going to have to sleep on this floor." Belle responded, looking disappointed that all their hard work had barely changed a thing.

"No, look..." Snow walked towards Belle, holding out her hand, "Take off your cloak." She spoke sternly. Snow pulled her cloak tightly around herself, unsure what Snow was asking. Ruby wasn't here, so there was no need for her to get undressed. Snow laughed, realising what Belle must have thought. She removed her own cloak, revealing her hard leather waistcoat, which held her body beautifully, caressing her slim figure and pronouncing her full breasts with delicate ease. Her long black curls whipped around as she spun to fling her cloak out along the ground before them, sending a thick cloud of dust and dirt running to the edges of the room as the fabric floated onto the grubby wood.

"Tada!" exclaimed Snow humorously, extending her arm towards the blanket and taking a small curtsey, "after you m'lady" she joked. Belle untensed her arms, realising her stupidity and let a sweet smile shine at Snow. She stepped past her onto the cloak, and carefully lowered herself to her back. Snow quickly joined her, allowing herself to fall in what was probably quite a painful heap beside Belle, but she barely reacted as the wood echoed with her force. They both heaved a sigh of relief, adjusting themselves against the uncomfortable bed. Belle noticed Snow's eyes drift towards the cot, which was pushed into the corner of the room earlier to try to stop Snow from thinking about it - although now it was the only piece of furniture remaining in the house, they hadn't realised it whilst they were cleaning and moving things around but it probably stood out even more so now.

Belle turned onto her side to face Snow, placing her hand beneath her head to give her temple a slight bit of comfort;

"Are you okay?" she spoke quietly. Snow nodded in response, but her face tensed, forcing back swollen tears. Belle edged closer, and rested her head against Snow's shoulder, relieved at how much more comfortable the new position was. She placed her arm gently over the stiffened woman's stomach, and wrapped her finger around the farthest part of her waist.

"But you know..." Belle spoke gently, "I am always here to listen." she re-assured.

Snow could feel herself welling up, filling her throat and burning through her cheeks, her breath hastened, and her lungs struggled against the overwhelming emotion. She let out a small whelp as tears sped from her eyes and into her hair. Belle jumped into awareness, quickly raising her hands and caressing Snow's head into her neck, "It's okay" She hushed tenderly at the now fiercely saddened woman.

"It's... Not..." Snow stuttered. "It's... Not... Fair..."