Days passed, and her foot got worse before it got better. Unable to walk on it, she had to rely heavily upon her new friend Jacob for a lot of stuff. Helping her go to the toilet was the most embarrassing, but he just stood with his back to her and magically conjured a roll of toilet paper whenever she asked.

She'd decided on her first, technically second, night with Jacob that she was just not going to question anything. There were no dogs, but every time he came back with another dead animal, it had clearly been attack by some other animal. But she just skinned it, with his help since she still hadn't figured it out fully. His hands still distracted her.

A few weeks later, she was able to walk. This was a blessed freedom to her, and she used it to explore the inside and outside of the cave. It was only now that she learned a new side of Jacob.

Whatever flowers she'd smelled that day, she later found tied in a small bunch upon her - well, their bed, but on her side. It made her lips curl and her fist rise up to her mouth in order to hide a grin. His actions where slightly stalker-esque, but she knew he only meant to be sweet. She soon found herself mentally referring to him as 'Tarzan' less, and as 'Fluffy Marshmallow' more.

He even wordlessly accommodated her monthly needs. She'd barely begun to get the warning cramps when Jacob tentatively handed her a brown paper bag filled with an assortment of women products - including chocolate!

Again, she questioned nothing.

Eventually, one night when they were cuddling near the fire, Bella decided to indulge him on the not so pleasant story that was her life. Jacob had revealed himself to be a very physical person, which she didn't mind at all. It only extended to holding her hand, putting his arm around her shoulders when they walked together and giving her a hug when he'd been away for a few hours. And, though they slept next to each other, it was only as friends.