She could feel herself losing to the fire that pooled in her body. It wanted out and it would find a way. The magic was taking over and for once she didn't mind, she wanted to destroy something, she wanted to burn the damn city to the ground. And it was those thoughts racing through her mind when Sam reached out and snagged her wrist. The assassin almost wrenched it free to throw a punch in the faerie's direction until Sam's face came into focus through the magic haze that filled her mind. Focusing on the faerie queen as the blood roared through her ears she listened to the girl, only getting snippets of what she was saying.

There was a blanket of calmness that suddenly settled over her. Vhalla could feel her magic beginning to snuff out, the temperature in the room dropping back down to normal levels. Sagging on her feet, she could feel the exhaustion tugging at her limbs. She did not use her magic for two reasons: one, she could not control the blasted fire and two, it was the most taxing thing ever. Eyes drooping, she glances at Sam's hand still wrapped around her wrist and instead of removing it she let the faerie keep a tight grip on her.

The witch knew somewhere deep down that she didn't control the fire, she didn't put out the magic but Sam did. Looking up at Sam through dead eyes, she finally takes a step away towards the wall, taking her hand with her, and settling on the ground, far enough away from Sam. Leaning her back against the wall she watches the woman warily but notes that her magic is firmly locked away again, "How can you be so happy after someone has done that to you?" she asks quietly. There was a flicker of anger in her eyes but she keeps herself level headed as to not lose control again. There was no apology nor even a thank you to Sam for saving them both and the house, it would cause Vhalla to admit she had no control over her element.

Looking away, defiance boiling in her eyes, it isn't long before she's searching Sam's person again, catching a glimpse of the faint scar that lingered there. She was lucky it healed almost completely after being changed, though the faerie should not have ever been put through such an ordeal. "Those three names you listed off to me when we first met, were those the faeries that did this to you?" she grounds out, removing her eyes from the scar up to Sam's face. Vhalla knew it was but she wanted the confirmation. "I will rip them limb from limb if I ever see them," she snarls under her breath, fists clenching as she brings a knee to her chest and places her chin there.

It was such a protectiveness she felt towards the queen, the assassin was unaware as to where it came from. Perhaps it was simply because Vhalla could not stand the fact that someone would want to hurt the woman, maybe she saw something in Sam that caused hope to bloom in her chest. Something done that cruelly towards another individual and Sam still had a reason to smile and be generous, Vhalla could have been more like Sam if she hadn't been picked up off the streets by her sick master. Thoughts roll through her mind like a crackling storm but she shoves them down and instead lets a plan formulate in her head as to how she would find the women and make them suffer.

It was such a dull satisfaction that made a small smile curl at the corner of her lips, hidden from view. No, she wouldn't tell Sam what she was doing.