Belle had seen her share of dead bodies in her life, and though she wasn't immune to the gruesome sight, one had to be strong in order to survive, and survival was something she had fought for since the moment she had experienced death as Isabelle and realized that once you lose your life, getting it back is impossible.
Survival was something she would fight for in order to go back to her family, her son, her husband, and to take their newborn home and celebrate its birth with every single one of her loved ones. Evenly, Rav and everyone.
Those thoughts gave her strength, and the weakness in her body was momentarily forgotten as she moved with purpose, ducking when needed while explosives were hurled over their heads and burst a short distance away, the force of each blast almost knocking them off their feet.
