*Beauty finds herself conflicted by the nearness of this once errant knight of hers. The Princess Beauty, royal and regal and very aware of her loyalties and obligations would have blushed and demured at such intimate quarters. But the primative Beauty has not the constraints of social and moral upbringing. His heat and scent fill her with an internal restlessness of which she is unsure. While she was cold and wet the only thing driving her was in finding whatever refuge this place could offer. Now she has time to ponder their situation. He did not find their vegetative cave-she did. He seems to have no plan of finding food or of moving on. She is not sure what he has planned though she senses there is something on his mind. She has this instinctual feel that he should be picking their shelter, planning what comes next, providing whatever their needs are and yet he seems content to simply sit next to her. All this vexes her, without knowing quite why or what should be done about it. She glares at him, blows out a puff of air which is both frustration and disgust and lies down to wait out the rain.*