Jacob
Belle had left the rave with an uneasy feeling down to her bones. She could see that others were having a good time, but it seemed just a touch too out of control for her. She had gone with Charlie and when she was sure that he had someone to go home with, she'd gone to her own home, glitter smeared all over her skin.
She hadn't eaten or drank anything and so was feeling clear-headed and a shade of tired, just slightly too weary from an environment she wasn't sure of.
When she returned to the Homestead, she knew it was late, but she still went to Jacob's room rather than her own and knocked lightly on the door, leaning her temple to the wood of the wall and waiting to see if he was awake.
She hadn't eaten or drank anything and so was feeling clear-headed and a shade of tired, just slightly too weary from an environment she wasn't sure of.
When she returned to the Homestead, she knew it was late, but she still went to Jacob's room rather than her own and knocked lightly on the door, leaning her temple to the wood of the wall and waiting to see if he was awake.