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Bell was waiting in the hospital atrium for Xavier to be released. She'd planned on dragging him to the cafe she frequented and confiscating his henshin pen for the duration of his recovery. He knew the cafe part - She'd made that arrangement when she visited the other day. She'd been kind enough to bring him some music to listen to - the hospital didn't really have any music channels that actually played music anymore. He didn't know the pen part.

Bell, however, was resolved in this - no amount of begging was going to change her mind. Like, for realz. She'd hide the pen in her sweater if she had to. Lock it up. Whatever she had to do.

There was a lot to talk about, besides pen commandeering. She'd tried keeping her visits short and sweet, and also had tried to keep the moor sullen topics of conversation from coming up in a place where they'd be left to brood on. At least out of the hospital one could find a proper distraction...

Bell brightened soon as Xavier was in sight, "I've got no problem with that."

Truth was, Bell hadn't ever really liked hospitals. It was perhaps why she had found other things to occupy herself while her friends were in a coma, rather than staying by their bedsides for countless hours.

The day was cool, but pleasant - it was certainly more befitting of early October, rather than early November. It was pleasant walking weather.

"It's a couple blocks down, near the old-timey shopping district." Bell like the place, because it had a small town charm in the midst of this large city. "Though if it's too far we can go someplace else."

Not that she figured, after being cooped up for the past while, that he'd mind a bit of a walk. Bell could be accommodating. She'd even reasoned to herself that she'd be somewhat accommodating about the pen. So long as...he wouldn't be fighting. She'd be keeping tabs, too. It all would depend on how much resistance he put up.

"M'kay," Bell said with a smile, before suddenly, and just as brightly, requested, "Hand me your pen."

Bell knew, simple knew he had it with him. How, she didn't know, but there would be no fooling her. And after all, might as well get this battle done and over with instead of making a scene at her favorite cafe.

Of course, they'd be making a scene there anyway, but no one knew that. No one knew about the Youma hiding in the bin of coffee beans in the back. Nope. Not at all.

Bell stared deadpan at the pen in her hand. The regular, plain old normal pen. Then she sighed and smiled a bit, amused. She probably would have done the same thing. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." Her tone wasn't too scolding. In fact, it was somewhat amused.

She looked back to the ground as they walked with somewhat of a sullen smile, "It's not that I have my doubts in you I just,..won't want to take any risks. When I found you after that battle well,...I guess I've gotten a little protective."

Little was an understatement. That moment though had awakened a fierceness that even Bellatrix hadn't previously shown. Easy-going, happy, cheery Bell had found a reason to fight other than because as Senshi they were 'supposed to'. Sometimes the best reasons were the selfish ones.

"No, I don't think that, but sometimes we don't always use particularly the best judgment. It happened to me once, and I almost got my star seed stolen because of it." Bell explained, short and simple without the details that probably would make her look like an idiot.

She watched him rummage through his pockets, and was quick to sweep down and pick up the object that fell out as it clattered to the ground.
Bell looked at it for a moment. Oh, this could prove to be interesting. Bell pulled out her own pen. The two were pretty similar, though Bell's was slightly more of a darker color. The look on her face easily said what she was thinking. She was thinking that maybe to save confusion, maybe she should let him keep it, and make him promise not to use it. Buuuut there was no guarantee that a situation wouldn't pop up... Well damn if this wasn't interesting.

Bell held the pen away from him and gave a sheepish smile, "How bad would you hate me if I said no?"

In truth, she really did worry about the resentment her decision might cause, and it killed her a little inside to think that he could really get upset over her doing something that was to his benefit. She'd seen people pitch fits and start grudges over pettier things before. But she'd made up her mind, she couldn't waffle on this. It was either let her have his pen till he was all better, or let him keep his pen, but lock him up under her supervision. Right now, she had the pen. She had the power. Muahahaha.

"How many Youma did you run in to before you had the pen?" Bell countered. However, it was a very true possibility, and she pondered this. Before, when she decided to do this, she had asked herself is she was really doing this to protect him, or if she was doing this so that she would feel better. She had decided the truth was probably a bit of both. She had even thought about the possibility of what would happen if he came across a Youma and couldn't fight. She had reasoned that even henshined up, what good could he do injured, besides maybe getting the heck out of dodge a little faster?
Okay, so Bell could either become a complete stalker, and make sure he never came across any Youma, or trust that everything would be okay. Or evoke plan B. She was still hoping that plan A and a little faith would work.

"Even if you came across a Youma and you were able to henshin up, what difference would it make?"