The faerie girl could feel the way her companion seemed to lose control of her emotions, the heat in the room rising by several degrees. Samantha couldn't quite understand the outburst from the woman, couldn't understand that overwhelming sense of protectiveness that seemed to radiate off the woman that stood across from her. The woman barely knew her. She had no reason to feel protective over her, and yet... and yet it was there. But the sudden outburst of her power was the thing that was more concerning. She was almost sure that the woman could destroy her in an instant, but that didn't stop the woman from reaching out to grab ahold of her wrist. The comments she'd made earlier regarding her assurance that she would, in fact, be able to protect herself from Vhalla were not ones that she'd sincerely believed. But now, in the moment, it was too easy to pluck at her emotions like a string and pulled them back down to that easy calm. The power within the woman seemed to settle out, leaving behind a surge of exhaustion.

The faerie girl let her grip around Vhalla's wrist fall, watching as the woman merely sat down on the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, Samantha moved to settle beside her. She reached out, her arms going around the woman to pull her in and against her side. It was an almost sisterly gesture that she comforted Vhalla. She kept that hold on Vhalla's calmness until she was sure that the woman could keep her powers under check without it. It was only when Vhalla spoke again did Sam tilt her head, looking over at the woman. "I..." She said softly, quietly considering the question as a whole. The woman was correct, of course. Sam had every right to be angry after what had happened to her.

"Truly," She said very quietly, moving her arm away from Vhalla so that she wouldn't accidentally let her own regret slip into the girl. "I spent the first couple years feeling nothing but angry and upset. I lost everything I had. I lost my home, and my family, and my future. But you know what?" She looked over at the girl. "All that did was make me a miserable person. And I just... I realized..." She offered her a shrug. "Being miserable and angry and upset doesn't take away that they did this to me. It doesn't hurt them at all. It hurts me." She offered the woman to her side a bit of a smile. "If I'm happy, and myself, and living my life in the best way possible... then I win. Not them."

The way that the woman's gaze lingered on the scar on her neck caused the woman to nearly squirm. She had been decidedly lucky that the line there was only visible if you were looking for it, but to Samantha, it was the most obvious thing in the world. She couldn't look in the mirror without seeing it. The discomfort was immediately taken from her the instant the woman asked about the three names that were given. Regretfully, Samantha nodded, biting her lip. Vhalla didn't need that confirmation, though. The snarl that came from her lips caused the girl to flinch. The threat was enough to cause the young woman to curl into herself. "I don't want you to do that... I..."

The knock that came from the door interrupted the woman's comment. A stuttered out 'come in' came from the faerie, her eyes traveling to meet the gaze of Dorian. She smiled almost nervously at the man, as though he would be able to see the hysteria that had very nearly bubbled up in the girl at the telling of her story. She could still remember him coming home to see her sobbing on the floor. That he might have cause to worry about her made her want to crawl into a hole. She was his queen. She was the one that was supposed to care for him. But she was fragile. Breakable. Crumbling.

Of course, the woman was entirely surprised by the way Dorian's polite tone halted immediately as his eyes fell on the white-haired witch to her side. She could feel his nervousness and apprehension, though she had no way of understanding it. The only species she had any sort of apprehension towards was her own, and that was only because of the trauma that she'd been through and frequented in her head over and over again. Still, she was relieved when he seemed to recover himself, bowing his head in the way that was so endearing before the girl rose, deciding to give a proper introduction.

"Dorian, this is Vhalla. We met tonight and she needed to clean up and a place to crash," She said easily. She had yet to admit to the woman that she intended her to stay as long as she needed - she didn't know the living situation of the woman, of course - but the kindness would be extended to her as long as was necessary. She was aware, certainly so, that it was silly that she forbid him to have his vampire lover over - a fact she was considering lifting. It was about time she met this lover, after all. Especially if he insisted on feeding off of one of her subjects. "Vhalla, this is Dorian. I told you about him on the walk over." She turned to her male companion, offering him a smile and reassurance that she had considered him. Her gaze drifted between the two of them, as though she was certainly begging them both to be kind to each other.

It was Dorian's question though, that caused a small chuckle to rise in her throat. "Girls are mystical creatures, Dorian."