Philippa stared up at Belle curiously above her teacup and placed it down again.
"Is anything the problem?" She raised a concerned brow at her niece.
"No, not at all." Belle quickly answered. "It's—do you think I can heal someone?" She blurted out.
Now this question did indeed intrigue Philippa; she recalled when they still had their abilities as angels. "Long back in time, some angels did heal, but not anymore." She paused with a saddened expression lingering in her eyes and offered Belle a smile. "The only angel that I recall that could still telepath was your father."
The councilwoman noticed that, though Belle smiled back, there was a hint of disappointment in the girl's eyes. And she waited, knowing well that Belle had something more to add, but she had not expected her next words.
"But I healed someone." Belle declared. Seeing her aunt's surprised expression, she rephrased her words slowly: "At least I think I did."
