Lena gently laid her hand on the girl's arm, and leaned in, lips brushing the dark hair, like she was sharing a confidence. She inhaled deeply. If one was standing close enough, like Selene, one might see a hint of glowing, ghostly mist pass from Kayla to Lena, and a slight pallor and dryness come over the brunette girl's face.

"Ahhh." Lena's sigh was dreamy, then she took a step back and clapped her hands together. "She's just lovely. So much power, and such a conflicted soul. I'm not surprised you want to keep her as a prize, but it must be difficult not to gobble her up."