Despite the way that the girl seemed to think she had the faerie queen tricked to the whirlwind of emotions that plagued her body, Samantha could feel every single emotion that the warrior in front of her felt, no matter how fleeting the feeling might have been. The empath herself was certainly struggling with the weight of the emotions, she couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been for the girl herself. It was that alone that had Samantha offering up alternatives to the tea that she offered up. That Vhalla didn't seem to like the tea was hardly something that Samantha found offensive - after all, Dorian had been shocked by it and Aiden hardly enjoyed it in the slightest. Tea had always simply been a comfort drink for her. Often it had been made for her by her mother after a bad day. Failed test? Tea. Broken heart? Tea. Sick or tired? Tea. As such, the girl had simply learned that when she brought home dejected or lost supernaturals (which, she had to admit, was becoming the norm) she made them tea.

It was Vhalla's response that caused Samantha's thoughts to jerk out of the distracted state she'd found herself in. No one did anything for her? Samantha merely lifted her mug to her lips, taking a long drink of the steaming liquid to warm herself. It wasn't entirely a foreign thought to the girl, after all. For five long years after she'd been turned into the faerie that she remained, she'd been alone. She hadn't been able to go back to her family, and she knew no one. The girls who had changed her had left her to fend for herself - even if they were attempting to find her now. In fact, until she had stumbled into Aiden himself in the park, she'd spent the majority of her days entirely alone, not knowing who - if anyone - she could trust. She recognized that feeling, even if the situation may have been entirely different.

Still, the girl remained with no idea what to say to the woman in front of her, though luckily the laugh that was offered to her cut off the melancholy moment for both women. Sam couldn't help but chuckle too, running a hand through her hair sheepishly. "It turned out okay. He's... err... talented, in that aspect." She chuckled, perhaps the first bit of girl talk she found herself engaging in with the woman. It was true, she supposed, the Were man that she'd grown so fond of was rather capable in the bedroom. But even that was cut off by the girl brushing off Vhalla's apology, hardly finding that there was anything to apologize for. It was hard to know who to trust, and though Samantha still cringed when she had to kill a spider, Vhalla had no idea of knowing that. Still, she was sure that she would soon learn that even as a queen, there was not an ounce of ruthlessness in the girl.

It was in fact, the queen's generosity and genuine sweetness that had her offering up her home. The grief that immediately followed it from the woman caused Samantha to tilt her head to the side, frowning softly. But still, Samantha continued, rambling on about the cable package and shower that would be offered to the woman. Vhal's amusement at Game of Thrones caused the woman to react instantly, giggling softly. "It is really good. But I don't watch often. I work nights, which is why I was out so late tonight." Still, the woman is easily ready to ask about the blood on her, genuinely concerned not for her own safety, but whether or not Vhal was hurt. She's not oblivious to the way that Vhal tensed at her questioning, though Samantha herself showed no signs of anything but patience and understanding to the woman. She watched quietly as Vhalla put the mug in the sink and rinsed it. "Oh you don't have toâ€"" She started, pausing when Vhalla started to speak again. She was relieved that it wasn't her blood, though there was a certain amount of curiosity that she had in wondering who the blood might have belonged to.

Still, Samantha was hardly afraid. "I'm sure I want you to stay," She replied, putting her own mug on the counter before she moved around the counter. "Come, I'll show you how to work the shower." She allowed no arguing, instead moving towards the metal staircase that led to the upper level of the loft. She paused a few stairs up, making sure that she was following. "Oh, and don't worry. The stairs are made of titanium, so they're supernatural friendly." She wasn't quite sure what Vhalla was, exactly, though it was a nice enough bit of information to offer. "I'm a faerie, so of course I can't have iron near me. My boyfriend, Aiden, is a Were, so he can't have silver near him. You might have heard of him since it's your job to know everyone," She said the last bit with a tease, though she was serious. "Aiden Tetradore. He runs the Ark here in the West."

The faerie girl led her to the right once they were at the top of the stairs and into her bedroom. It was a simple room, really. The far wall held a large window, the wall itself made out of the industrial looking bricks that were featured in the apartment. The ceiling featured exposed pipes, the floors a dark chestnut hardwood. The large bed featured a white fluffy down comforter and a plethora of pillows. None of that was Samantha's focus, however, the girl immediately going to the closet to pull out a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. She handed it over to the woman before she led her over to the bathroom, pausing only once in the hallway to grab a white fluffy towel out of the closet. She moved easily towards the shower, turning on the water before she smiled warmly at the girl. "There, you should be all set. I'll be in my room, come find me when you're done, okay?"