Deep down, Samantha knew for herself that the attention that was given to her by Aiden Tetradore was out of the ordinary for the man. He was hardly the type that he would go above and beyond for just anyone. Even she could tell the difference between the apathetic man that had dropped her at Nadya's doorstep and the man he was now with her. The way he smiled at her, or simply went out of his way to have a conversation with her. All of that wasn't given for anyone. And yet, still, it caused a bright smile to appear on the fae's features as Nadya reassured her of that affection that Aiden held for her. It was a decidedly human thing to want that reassurance - especially when the empath was perfectly capable of knowing that his attention was genuine. She laughed softly as the apartment was mentioned as a testament of the effort that he was willing to put into her. "He's a good one, isn't he?" She said affectionately, pausing only slightly to smile at Nadya before she darted up the stairs, retrieving all the things that Nadya had asked for.

She'd hardly expected that Nadya would have a bit of interest in the dress that Samantha had worked on. It wasn't as though she'd gone out of her way to make anything wonderful. It had merely been a project to entertain her in the time that she spent at home. Besides, it had quieted Dorian a little to see a woman sewing - she hadn't shown him exactly what it was she was sewing. Her gaze fell on the woman as she came back down the stairs, surprised that Nadya was still inspecting the dress at all. The faerie tilted her head to the side as she listened to Nadya, biting her lip in a decidedly nervous fashion. "It was just a silly dream." She said quietly, sitting down in the chair that Nadya had set up. "I taught myself. I liked to sew, and I was bored."

The girl very nearly shivered with nervousness as the first bit of the dye was squeezed onto her blonde locks. She'd never touched the color of her hair, and as such was incredibly nervous about. But hey, it was hair. It would grow back. She had an eternity to do so, right? The nervousness about her own hair was interrupted by Nadya breaking the silence. Samantha was glad that she had her back to the woman lest she see the way her cheeks flamed with red. "I... thank you..." She sputtered out at the compliment of her being talented. The girl quieted, however, listening to the woman speak of going back to the burlesque and how she wouldn't be needed anymore. The mere mention of it was enough to let out a breath from the young woman. She didn't love working at the burlesque, but she'd found her confidence there. To not be a part of it made her feel woozy.

"Aiden pays the bills on this place," The girl admitted almost sheepishly, biting on her lower lip. She was sure she could have afforded the place with her new salary, but Aiden hadn't told her how much the rent was and seemed decidedly willing to continue to pay the bills. And the faerie girl knew him well enough not to argue when he'd decided something. It was the mention of her designing that caused the girl to tilt her head up. If Nadya didn't have a firm hold on her hair, Samantha was sure she would have whipped around to look at her. "I... you'd let them wear my outfits?"

The girl couldn't help but smile as she thought about it, keeping silent as the woman finished her hair. It was only once she was free from Nadya's hold on her did she get up, going over to the table. She peeled a notebook out from under a pile of her work things, going over to hand the woman the pages that were filled with sketches of outfits that would be perfect at the burlesque. A small, teasing smile appeared on her features. "I think I could do it. But... I won't be cheap." It was a tease, of course. Her loyalty to Nadya would have had her doing it for free if the woman so asked. Of course, that trail of thought was immediately interrupted as Micah's gaze fell on her. Sam lifted her hand to wave at the boy, pausing at the title in which Nadya presented her with.

Auntie? The title made her burst with a smile. It was hardly true. She was merely their uncle's girlfriend, but still... the title made her grin. She had no hope of having children of her own, and no siblings for which to have nieces or nephews. That she might be considered that to Micah and Izzy was enough to make her burst with happiness. She nodded firmly at the mention of going to the park, reaching out to take Micah so that the woman could look through the notebook she was given. "I love the park. Though if you need them to nap, I could make them feel very, very tired," She teased, watching as the tot in her arms reached up towards her hair. "No, no sweetheart. You don't want to touch that. It's yucky." She stuck her tongue out briefly before she leaned forward, peppering the boy with kisses on his cheek. "I've missed you so much, little man."