Before, you were a prisoner. A prisoner because Beast thought your father had stolen from him. Though, during your time there... he grew very fond of you. And you had as well.

"I told you that was a bad idea..." grunted Beast as he sat on the edge of his large bed, wincing as he felt the alcohol drenched rag touch his open wound. "Going for a walk so late... You are a bad influence on me."

You two had went on a late walk, and got attacked by some wolves. Beast fought them off, of course. But a few managed to get some scratches on him.

Despite that, he enjoyed the walk with you. Though he'd never admit such a thing so bluntly.