At the mention of Sebastian, Samantha gave a small shrug. "I'm beyond happy that Dorian has found someone and is happy, and I'm sure that he's actually wonderful. We just... had a bumpy first meeting," Samantha didn't elaborate that their first meeting had been in the woods and that Sebastian had fed on her. Unwillingly. She was certain that mentioning that detail to Troy might result in the man revoking some facet of his approval for Dorian's husband. And truly, Samantha was over it. Soon, she supposed, she would have to apologize for her less than warm reaction the first time she met Sebastian and give it another shot, assuming that the Prince of Italy would be open to that kind of meeting. Samantha was wholly engrossed in this line line of thought and certainly didn't notice the way that Troy's jaw twitched or his reaction at all to her mention of her child being royalty. "I have an appointment to see Dorian. Hopefully he won't be too stunned to see this," She motioned to her stomach, though she could already imagine his reaction. After all, Dorian had once considered her a prostitute solely for the way she was dressed.

Samantha easily allowed herself to change the subject away from Dorian, the pain of missing Dorian something she held onto herself. She spoke quietly of the way that she could feel the emotions radiating from the child in her womb, smiling gently. "It's been an experience for sure. I'm also not sure if it's the hormones or what, but it's made my powers be a little wonky." She admitted. "They're sharper and a little harder to deal with." She gave a small, teasing smile. "The other day I got a little emotional and started crying... And I created bubbles out of nothing. I'm just lucky I was alone so no one would mock me." She couldn't imagine explaining that to Kit yet. Kit would probably freak out or try to fix it. And yet Sam knew her power well enough to know that whatever she created out of heightened emotions were relatively harmless.

And yet, her ultimate reason for being here came out then, to explain the father of her child was someone that Troy knew. And truly, Samantha expected Troy to be overjoyed in the same way that Kit was when she had announced that she knew the very person he was looking for. And yet the emotions that flashed around Troy were a myriad of things that Samantha couldn't begin to understand. How little she knew about Troy's brother - had they even talked in depth about it? She remembered mentioning it, and yet that night at the beach seemed lifetimes ago. Still, Samantha immediately launched into that explanation that things were not as they had seemed. She never hid Kit from him - at least not intentionally. As soon as was possible, Samantha had sought out the winged fae beside her in an attempt for reunification.

Samantha put a hand on his arm once more to comfort him, telling him that there was no way that he could have known that Kit was nearby. There were too many people here and the fae here were certainly not trusting of outsiders. "You know that's not how it works. Trust me, it took me years to get the fae here to talk to me. They hated me at first." She remembered being brought to Nadya's burlesque as a young, terrified girl who had no idea what she had been turned into and no idea how to be a faerie. She remembered the way they mocked her and teased her, especially for the frequent headaches the large crowds pulled from her. "I doubt Kit would have had any better luck trying to get information from them. If I hadn't had your number, I doubt I could have found you as easily."

Samantha's comment regarding his daughter was met with surprise, and that was something that caused a small, sheepish grin to appear on the woman's features. His daughter, and her existence, was something Samantha was not supposed to know about. And for a moment, Samantha had forgotten that very fact. "I have this power," Samantha explained, pushing her hair behind her ear. Discussing this particular power was one she rarely spoke of. In fact, she'd only barely told Kit of it. "When people feel emotions strongly, I can feel what they're thinking. When we met last time you... you were thinking of your daughter." In truth, that was all Samantha knew of the toddler, and his next works caused her head to jerk up. She had assumed it had been with another fae girl, or perhaps a human. "I... I didn't know that part. I promise, I haven't told anyone anything about her. I... except I mentioned that I thought you had a child to Kit." She flushed, terrified for a moment that Troy might think of that as some sort of betrayal.

Samantha let that pass though, taking a deep breath. She would bring that conversation back to his child in a moment. There was something more pressing. Those emotions she felt for the dark haired Fae that awaited them at their new apartment forced a smile from the young woman. Troy, perhaps more than anyone, had seen how utterly broken Aiden's death had left her. To feel anything close to that kind of adoration again was a miracle. Still, when Samantha quietly brought the attention of the conversation back to the boys being reunited, she couldn't help the frown that formed on her features as she inquired why Troy wasn't as eager for the reunion. She sat quietly, patiently, as Troy explained the events that had led to their ultimate goodbye. It was hard, she had to admit to herself, to match the story that Troy shared to the loyal boy that was putting together a bookshelf for her and spoke quiet nothings to her when she laid in his arms at night.

"I don't know what happened," Samantha said quietly, taking his hand once more. "I don't know if he chose to leave or if he didn't have a choice. But I do know that he's been searching for you." She urged him to face her, using her words to request one last thing of him, for his queen. For the girl she used to be. "I want you in my life, Troy. But that... it's his life too, now." She couldn't help the small smile that broke out across her features at his affirmation, and slowly Samantha rose to her feet, pulling him alongside her. She waited patiently for him to steady himself before she looped her arm in his, turning him in the direction of their apartment. As they walked, Samantha looked up at him, grinning wildly.

"Tell me about your daughter. I... Knowing you, she has you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?"