She crawled closer, until she came face level to his face. She nuzzled his cheek with hers. "Are you angry with me, Notte?  I'm sorry." Her voice sounds little girl for a moment. Like a daughter worried that a tempermental father would not love her still if she did not follow his every whim and desire.

When he finally opens his eyes, it's to find Bella looking down at him, eyes wide and a little sad. Finally though, Notte had managed to break her of the gripping fear she used to experience during moments like this.