Belle nods, just the slightest bit awkward. Not so much in that she was wrong, but rather due to the possibility that she'd stirred something up. She looks down into her glass, but then flicks her eyes back to him. It's only in her nature to want to know the story, and there's a twinge of that, but to outright ask would be nothing but trouble.

"Well, whatever it is," she says, "whatever's happened, I hope you manage not to dwell on it. At least for a little while." And then, a pause before, "Maybe don't faint."

She lifts her glass a tiny bit off the bar to reassure him.