Saphrene was curious. This was the first Huema Louisa had ever befriended, grown close with and if her suspicions were correct, taken as a lover. Young for her even by Huema standards, Cetrine belonged to the people of the East, or at least parentage on her mother's side. An exotic look to her, Saphrene would make the child's acquaintance and pleasantly surprised she had acclimated to the presence of their kind. Having let go of her inhibitions some time ago, a devious plan came to Saphrene's mind upon learning just how acclimated Cetrine was to vampir. Eventually the opportunity came when Louisa said she was off to give a dish to the Nerosa, and before long Cetrine would knock for her daughter. Saphrene didn't dwell on how the girls missed one another one the road, but she immediately set her desire into motion. Louisa must have paced herself because she was not at all relenting. How she clung to her with pleasure and glances of pain crossing her expression. When finally thinking it too much for the flower, she was told not to stop. A child-like need, or how she interpreted it. That was more than enough.