[ as sebastian hears her at his heels he stops and casts a glance over his shoulder. he didn't mind, truth be told, cleaning up on his own as he's certainly had to tend to bigger messes in the past... but he does appreciate the sentiment behind her train of thought. his master never bothered to help... but that, of course, is to be expected. pushing those thoughts aside and resisting the urge to sigh he shot her another smile as she excused herself. ]

[ not about to spend even a single second dawdling sebastian set to work and began cleaning. he swept up the broken glass, noting the faint bits of blood, and opened the window to help circulate the air. by the time belle returned most, if not all, the smoke had left the room. there were still a few things to be done... but sebastian had, for the most part, taken care of everything. ] ...no need to collect it. [ turns around to face her. ] But what we should do is wipe everything down as there are, no doubt, traces of the fog on his things.