Bella in many ways, was like a mother. She cared for you; a lot. Even if her beauty was unnerving, she was so kind. “How are you feeling now?” Bella asked, softly. Her voice was like bells. It was in her nature to be motherly, no matter how much loathed it. Bella couldn't help herself, it was like you were made to be coddled.

She smiled, as she sat next to you. Carefully making sure that she didn’t touch you. Odd. Bella could remember when she did accidently brush your hand, and she saw the confusion on your face. She was cold to a concerning degree. But she never wanted to worry you.

Bella’s gold, almost amber eyes stared into your own eyes. "I just want to make sure... you aren't hurt at all," she added, glancing down at the injury on your leg. It was her fault truly. She got carried away and forgot that she was much stronger than you, a human. This was her way of getting your forgiveness.