She has conjured a syringe of venom. There are no known effects relating to any particular person doing the turning, but she's gone ahead and duplicated her alt's venom - what would be hers, if she turned - regardless.
She hides it behind her back and smiles.
"He's been pouring stars for the last three days, it makes him all affectionate," Bella says, smirking.
"I... I can see that," says Lazarus. "I really can; your coins are visible from the ground floor."
"They're stars," he says, shrugging, and sidles into the room as though he expects to be attacked by the cuddle monster at any moment.
"Vampires are reportedly quite prone to not knowing their own strength when handling humans even after being accustomed to it. Lazarus, does your defensive magic handle that, or is it like mine and Alice's and won't block ordinary physical damage?"
"Well then. I produce no further objections to any consensual hugging that may or may not occur once Alice is capable of standing up," Bella says.
Bella conjures up a few glass bottles of the bubbly golden stuff that Elspeth likes so much. Ah, magic. So useful.
Star, star, star, star star star starstarstar—
Bella throws a questioning glance at Lazarus while she wraps her arms around her boyfriend.
"That wasn't a star," he says, staring at Alice's coin necklace, forgetting to blush in his fascination.
Everything is so much more. Brighter, sharper, louder, with a depth and clarity that human senses could never achieve.
And out of all of them, the thing that's most is how much he loves Bella. It's the same as it was, but different. Bigger. Clearer. Deeper. Louder. Sharper. Brighter.
Grinning, he kisses her forehead. He's still hugging her, and the pressure of his arms is as delicate as you could want, but the kiss hits hard enough to bruise.
Then: "Not a star?" She peers at Alice's chain of coins.