She thinks at times of the tale of Eros and Psyche, the bride who feared her beautiful lover was a monster, and shone forbidden light on him to prove to herself it was not so.

Belle knows her love is a monster, by day or night, in light or darkness; he is constant, not changing with the sun or the waning of the moon or any other such tricks.

Still, she cannot help but wonder what she might find if she could shine a light on him and reveal what she believes – what she knows – must truly be under his skin, the beautiful man lost inside her monster.