Bela was walking through the dungeon, carrying her sickle with a frown as she looked at all the stale blood on the walls and floor. She rolled her eyes, "So much wasted blood." She murmered a complaint, twirling her sickle a bit. She was looking for that man-thing, Ethan Winters. She couldn't wait to take a bite of him...

Bela then perked up when she heard a cry from the distance. It sounded like a female cry, nothing like Ethan, so she was GONNA ignore it, thinking it was probably just a maid—but then she paused...that sounded like her darling. Bela's eyes widened as she suddenly felt a wave of worry, snapping her head in the direction of the sound. She gripped her sickle and floated off the ground, going to where she heard the cry as fast as she could.

Bela saw the sight of you on the floor, a slash across your stomach. She froze. what the hell?...who dare hurt her beloved!?

"Love!" Bela yelled out in concern, crouched down to your on-floor body. She could see you were still alive, that didn't make her less concerned though. She had a mix of anger and concern in her eyes.

"Did that man-thing hurt you?.." Her whisper had concern in it, but an obvious hint of danger in it, though not like she didn't always sound threatening in one way or another.