There was absolutely no hesitation in Samantha's movements as she stood, pulling the witch towards the bed. There was no reason why she shouldn't get comfortable within the woman's space, after all. Samantha had offered up her home, her hospitality, and most importantly, her friendship. The young faerie woman had no shortage of trust that she would doll out to the person sitting on her bed. It was almost like being a teenager again, the girl moving to do Vhalla's hair. It was perfectly normal for the once-human girl to spray the gobs of detangler in the woman's hair - did she ever use this stuff? It was only when the brush went straight through the woman's hair - as she suspected it would - that Vhalla reacted much at all. The questioning of what it was saw a giggle escape Samantha. "It's hair detangler. You spray it in and no tangles," She handed the woman the bottle easily before she continued to work on the woman's hair. "I'm surprised you've never used it, honestly. It's a miracle for long hair." She reached up again, touching one of the tendrils of hair that had escaped her bun almost fondly.

"You can keep it," The woman said easily, yet firmly. She left no room for any sort of argument from the girl. "I have about twelve bottles of it in the bathroom. I always pick some up because I'm paranoid of running out. Take that one. I insist. Queen's orders." The girl finally dropped the brush. Before she stepped back, she moved swiftly, pinning the hair up into a bun not unlike her own. It was only then did the woman move to relax against her pillows. She was glad when Vhalla relaxed as well, though the conflicting emotions within the woman had the fae raising a brow. "Are you okay?" She asked, interrupted almost immediately when she spoke, speaking of the hair brushing. The girl gave a pleasant shrug. "It was the least I could do," She spoke simply, giving a nod when the woman spoke firmly of not cleaning the clothes. "Okay, if you're sure. I can show you the laundry room if you'd like to wash them yourself."

It was in the effort of kindness that she spoke once more, asking about the statement she'd made earlier. Samantha waited patiently, allowing the woman time to speak before she nodded. There was no pity in the woman's demeanor, nor did she feel any at all. She felt a small pang of anger that this man would attach a debt to a vulnerable child. "That's terrible. I... You shouldn't owe him anything." The young girl barely had time to speak, however, before the topic was being changed by the witch. The question seemed to slam into the faerie, the smile and easy demeanor falling into a bit of terror and apprehension. "I um... I..."

The woman picked up the stuffed black panther she'd bought herself recently - a reminder of the man that she was falling so rapidly for - placing it in her arms as though she was clinging to the man it represented. She didn't look at Vhalla, instead focused on the bed. "A couple years ago... I was kidnapped by these three girls. I wasn't always... fae. I met these three girls at a party. I had just went to college, and I just went out with my roommate. But I don't remember how I left the party, or what happened. But I woke up in this warehouse, and they had me tied up... and I um. They tortured me and made me hallucinate and then at the end of the week that they kept me, the cruelest one slit my throat."

She tugged the stuffed animal closer to her chest. "They were gone when I woke up. I thought it was over, but recently... a friend of mine told me that there were faeries in town. Looking for something. Three girls." She looked up, glancing over at the other woman briefly before she looked up again. "He told me that the faeries don't just let go what's theirs. I'm theirs, apparently. I... I'm not safe, exactly." She bit her lip. "So when I met this other girl, Ivy, who had been through the same thing... and I had Dorian already, of course. I just felt like I needed to protect them, and also that I needed to protect myself." She bit her lip. "I don't know if it's working. I don't think I'm safe. They're still after me."