Asher was slower to return to his room, reluctant to face Nathaniel, and bone-tired from Belle's attentions. He was physically healed, but he felt exhausted, and he knew that facing Nathaniel was not going to help matters.

He opens his bedroom door, heart sinking when he sees Nathaniel, smells the tears on warm skin. Carefully shutting the door behind him, he crosses the room, standing just behind Nathaniel's left shoulder. He reaches out, as if to touch, hesitating.

"Cher?" He asks, softly.