The thud on the roof above her was the first thing that the faerie girl was aware of, though her only reaction to it was a soft grunt and the tug of her blankets up over her head. It wasn't necessarily an uncommon noise, she supposed. She was used to the sounds of her neighbors or the sound of Dorian climbing down the fire escape to meet his vampire lover - soon, she supposed, she'd need to tell him that he could use the door. And given that she so often slept during the daylight hours, she was used to the noises and used to sleeping right through the noises of the day. So the noises on the roof and subsequently, the fire escape, hardly bothered the young woman, nor did they register as anything even sort of abnormal.

In fact, the only thing that even bothered the young woman was the way that the happy tone of her dreams - she'd been dreaming about going for a walk with Aiden along the beach - had suddenly seemed to go dark. It was almost as though she couldn't breathe. There was that feeling of fear looming. Of paranoia. She couldn't quite figure out what it was that she was meant to be afraid of, but it stole the oxygen in her lungs until - with a gasp - she was forced out of her dreams and into the waking world.

Pressing her thumb and index finger to the bridge of her nose, the faerie girl pushed herself into a sitting position. She was used to nightmares by now - weeks of thinking about the fae women who changed her had planted that into her mind. She often woke up in a cold sweat from the nightmares, but the feeling of terror always faded quickly and she was almost always able to coax herself back to sleep. But for tonight, the anxiety seemed to grip at her heart tightly. She couldn't quite shake it, couldn't figure out what the problem was. Or at least, not until she realized that the feeling wasn't hers.

She could hear the creaking outside the window from the fire escape. Something was out there, and whatever it was felt afraid and anxious. Or at least, they wanted her to feel that way. The empath pushed the blankets off herself, holding the breath in her throat as her bare feet hit the hardwood floor and she made her way towards the window. For a moment, she considered trying to find a weapon to protect herself should the need arise, but she was sure that her powers would hold off - or at least, she hoped they would. Samantha pushed herself over to the window, reaching out to push the curtain out of the way to reveal... Aiden?

For a second, the woman merely stood in front of the window in stunned silence. In her sleepy state, she couldn't understand what the feline was doing outside her window on her fire escape. Nor could she understand that the feelings of fear and paranoia and anxiety were coming from her normally placid boyfriend. Within seconds, Samantha had unlocked the window and - with a creak - had forced the window open. "Aiden?" the fae girl whispered, moving to maneuver herself out onto the fire escape as well. It was only then, in the dim moonlight, that she saw the burns and blood on his back, and the glistening silver around his neck.

"Aiden." She repeated, this time a little more forcefully as she leaned in. With gentle hands, the woman reached forward to unclasp that collar from his neck. She pulled it into her palms, the horror on her features clear as she inspected the prongs on it. Prongs made of the very metal that weakened him. "Who... who did this to you? What..." She let her voice trail off, instead taking in the fear that radiated from the feline beside her. Dropping the collar to the side, she moved in closer to him, resting her head against his fur as she moved to stroke his pelt in an attempt to soothe him and let him know of her closeness.

Finally, after several minutes of quiet, the girl reached up to run her fingers through the fur on his head. "Why don't you come inside?" She murmured into his side. "You can shift and tell me what happened?" She wasn't sure what had happened, of course, but if her boyfriend showed up with this kind of fear, it was nothing to laugh at.