"Who was that?" asked Belle, her eyes darting from Lucas to Barron in question.
"That was Crane. He is one of the Hawverts," Lucas answered her question, "Are you sure he didn't see you?" he confirmed to have her nod.
"I was worried that he was one of the Grims and I turned away before he could take a look at me," she said, looking down at her leg which was bandaged and covered right now. The hellhound had bit her quite hard that she could feel the pain shooting down to the tip of her toes. Hopefully, it would feel better, thought Belle to herself.
"If she's alive here then it means Crane didn't see her," reasoned Barron who was still trying to get the blood out of his hands. Realizing, washing it was not helping, he decided to sit down and soak his hands in the water.
