Calpernia reaches one sun-starved hand and caresses Tertulla's cheek. It's intimacy, a favor for someone who clearly thinks so highly of Calpernia herself. It's also pleasing to touch someone who can't harm you. In this way, both of them benefit. Calpernia likes this beneficence, is comfortable with this kind of balanced kindness.

She thinks, this girl has the makings of a spy. For now, she'll spread rumors to suit Calpernia's aims.

"You don't need to flatter me, little one." She places both hands on Tertulla's, now. "I hope the Liberati would abandon him... but I worry they'll never find out."