"What happened?" she asks at last, unable to hold off her worry. She has seen an arrow strike through his heart, and Rumpelstiltskin laughed it off as a mere annoyance. The fact that something has hurt him, that he can be hurt... It scares her.
He gives the bad leg a hard glare. "Nothing of interest," he tells her. "A stubborn old injury, that's all."
Belle blinks in confusion. "Old? But..."
"Maybe later," he snaps, picking up the pace. "If you still wish to know."
He's hoping she will have forgotten by then, she knows.
"All right."
But she won't.