When Rohan suddenly turned in her direction, Belle froze. Just a moment ago she had felt utterly safe in his arms enough to want to hug him, she did not feel the same anymore. She had no idea what she felt because her stomach was doing more of the feeling at this moment where she felt so sick she wanted to throw up.
But before she could even register things in her momentarily hazed brain after the scene she had witnessed, Rohan had crossed the space between them in one fast leap and caught her wrist. He bent and carried her swiftly in his arms and began to walk away from the scene and away from the bodies, and she couldn't do anything but allow him to take her away from there.
He was actually moving away with a speed that threatened to knock all breath away from her, and Belle couldn't so much as see or bother to speak as she did not trust herself to make a perfect speech.
