The garden's outside were full of shadows with the sun dipping lower in the sky. It left the leaves washed in fiery orange and deep blacks. The bright flower colors only looked more sharp like this. Vadim drew in a deep breath, letting the calm of the garden wash over him for a second. "Nothing is wrong," he bit out. Glancing at Belle, he sighed before softening his voice. "I'm just not used to this. Night, is not a good time for me and it should not be for you either. Come one, we shouldn't spend too much time outside." With that, he set off down one of the overrun paths that weaved through the garden, the stones uneven but still steady beneath their feet.