Belle sat up slightly and smiled at him again. "I did. I think I like movies. They are rather strange though." She brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and sat up all the way, leaving the warmth and comfort of his body and feeling the chilly air hit her arm. "How do they get all those pictures to move like that? Did they trap a wizard in that black box?"

Rumple chuckled. "No. I am sure that there is a book in the library on the subject that could explain better than I can." He stroked her back again. "The way I understand it is that they simply display thousands and thousands of images very quickly to get them to move."

Belle looked away from him for a moment, trying to put together the idea in her head. She had absolutely no idea how that could possibly work without some sort of magic, but she didn't want to pester him with any further questions on the subject. She looked back at him, smiling and patting his good knee softly. "I'll look for something tomorrow."

Standing up, she began to walk towards the doorway, turning back towards him only slightly and speaking over her shoulder. "I'm going to make another cup of coffee, would you like one?" She paused under the door frame and leaned against it, waiting for him to answer before continuing into the kitchen.

He gave her a soft smile as she leaned against the door frame. He thought for a few long moments. "Another cup of coffee would be lovely." He knew that she remembered how he took his coffee, and he resigned himself to attempting to find something on the television to watch, though that was highly doubtful.

Belle returned his smile with one of her own and disappeared into the kitchen, moving immediately to the cabinet containing the mugs and retrieved two out of the narrow cubby on the bottom. She placed them on the counter and began constructing each of their coffees, all the while humming to herself and slightly dancing around the kitchen as she moved from one area to the next.

Rumple sighed and shifted on the couch so that his hurt leg was entirely on the sofa. It was giving him some trouble. "If you could bring the bottle of pain killers with you, that would be lovely."

Belle turned her head to look at the door way to the living room as she heard Rumple start to speak. She nodded and frowned slightly as she made her way to the small medicine cabinet next to the fridge. "Of course." she answered back, grabbing the small, white bottle out of the cabinet and placing it in her pocket. She moved back to the two mugs on the counter, grabbing each of them in one of her hands and walking carefully back to the living room. She had filled them a little to much and didn't want to spill any liquid on the floor or herself.

Rumple watched her walk into the room and smirked. "Mugs a little too full?" In her absence he had propped his leg up with a spare pillow, in an attempt to try and relieve the pain he was feeling. "Just be careful near the rug." He murmured. "It's an antique."

Belle stopped mid walk and stared at him, playful look on her face as she carefully waved the cups over the rug beneath her feet. She snickered and made her way to the coffee table, placing both mugs down before reaching in her pocket and retrieving the bottle of pills. "Here you are, my love." she said, crouching down and handing him the small, rattling bottle.

He took the bottle from her gently, opened it quickly, and grabbed two pills from the bottle. After popping them in his mouth and swallowing effortlessly and shifted and grasped his mug of coffee. He took a long sip and sighed happily as he felt the warm liquid travel down his throat. "Thank you very much." He murmured.

Belle nodded before standing up again and moving towards the area of the cough where his feet were. She sat down upon the couch, running a hand up and down his leg before beginning to ever so gently massage his bad knee, just as he had shown her so she wouldn't be causing him pain. "I wish you didn't have to deal with this."

He snorted. "It's my own fault anyway." Which wasn't a lie, he was the one that swung a hammer at his knee. He was the only reason why he had been discharged from the army. "I wish that I didn't have to deal with it either, but it is what it is, and I cannot change that."

Belle nodded and continued to gently massage his knee. "Well, if we were stuck here you would be fine." She concentrated on his knee for a few seconds, making sure she didn't miss a single area where there could possibly be any pain. She knew the pills he took would help him soon, but she was hoping that she could at least partially help alleviate the pain. "How long, do you think, before we'll be home again?"

He blinked. He wasn't quite sure about that. He still hadn't found Baelfire, and he was not going home without his son. He flat out refused. "I am not sure Belle." He hummed as she hit a particularly sore spot on his leg. "We could be home within a year I suppose. We just have to find a way to transport everyone back home."

Belle nodded as he spoke and nearly jumped when he began to hum, fearful that she had hurt him. After only a moment, he began to speak again and she decided that it had been a hum of pleasure not pain. She continued her work, pressing down only slightly harder now. "I was afraid of that." she said, drifting off into thought.

She so desperately wanted to be home. She missed the forest and Rumple's gigantic library. She missed the way the air smelled and the way the wind played with her hair when she sat by a window. She missed the simplicity of it all. She even missed the way Rumple used to be. His dramatic clothing and the confidence he used to exude. She missed home.