"Picked up? As I understand it she has been doing that since she was born."

Maybe Yvette's witch power is insane self-control.

Blair lets out the breath he was absolutely holding and... attempts to relax a little. It's a good thing his heart has already stopped, or that might have given him a heart attack.

"Yep," he says, a little weakly. "First thing she did, not even out of the womb, was bite me."

"Oh I see, so we did make a little gremlin," she sighs, rolling her eyes. "With sharp teeth and such cute little toes."

The toes accordingly get kisses.

This elicits giggling.

"We absolutely did," laughs James. "So, Blair, I think Yvette is a self-control witch."

"I absolutely agree, yep," says Blair, still kind of recovering from the not-heart attack there.

"Ha! No," she snorts. "Aurene, dear, it's not nice to bite people without their permission. May I please have my hand back?"

.... Aurene gives a sad little whine. But biting is fun.

"Would you appreciate it if I bit you?"

.... grumpy negative hum, followed by a release of the hand. And some pouting.

"Thank you, dear, that was very mature," praises Yvette, kissing the crown of her head.

"Anyway, no, I am not a witch of self-control."

... something about that phrasing has some implications, though, and she has quite a smug smile.

"It's okay, sweetheart, you can bite me, I don't mind," he tells Aurene, hopping over to her to hover around her. "And if it's not a witch power I don't know what it is. I think even when people are turned by their mates they don't act... like this."

"Eee!" says Aurene, and accordingly she bites her father. She looks very pleased with herself.

Yvette pets her daughter's hair, fondly.

"Mmmm. I think I have a number of advantages most people don't have. One, knowledge of vampires and a fairly complete understanding of the species' psychological quirks before venom ever hit my system." She stops petting her daughter to bring up one finger, in easy sight of her daughter. "Which gives me context and lets me brace for what I needed to prepare for, instead of being caught off guard and swept up in the current. Two," second finger, this is now a counting game, "as a human I absolutely had a temper, and have real ingrained practice about how to handle it." Third finger, "And three, I know and love everybody here, if my instincts are telling me to hurt them they're wrong." And then Aurene gets a kiss.

"Maybe that's all it is, then," he says, still looking down at his daughter and grinning at her.

"I bet other humans with forewarning and practice at emotional regulation would also do very well, it's just no one's given them a chance to, and all context with their life as a human is removed and they kind of have to start over. I'm going to give you to your father, okay sweetie? Your mummy is still very new, and I don't want to accidentally hurt you. I love you very much."

Aurene is veeeeery gently shuffled into her father's arms. Yvette stays nearby and does keep touching her (it is back to gentle hairpetting, now) but this is much less terrifying.

Aurene is a little pouty about this, and bites her father slightly harder over it, but does not resist.

"Aww, honey, you'll have lots of opportunities to be with mommy when she gets more used to her strength."

Pouty whine!!!

"Awwww. I will work very hard so I can safely snuggle you," promises Yvette, giving her daughter another kiss. "But it is the most important for you to be safe."

"... are neither of you going to...? Okay, fine. What are you a witch of, then?"

"Caught that, did you?" teases Yvette. Smugly.

"If she has figured it out she hasn't told me," shrugs James.

"I figured it out while you were gone! I was bored, what else was I supposed to do."