She watched with sympathy in her eyes, holding a breath on her lips that she didn't want to let loose. She felt bad for him, but she also didn't know how to solve his problem. That was the trouble. Belle desperately wanted to be able to help, but couldn't imagine being very good at it. "Maybe you can try another one?" she asked, but hated that she'd said the words. "Or maybe you can try later. I don't think time really moves at home, while we're here. Maybe, I haven't exactly tried it out."