Samantha Cassidy

It was Samantha's candid comment about being made into a faerie that caused the girl beside her to stiffen. Her emotions seemed to flicker, matching the cool tone of her voice as she informed the girl that no, she had been born what she was. Samantha's eyes flicked up towards Raven, shaking her head slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply..." She let her voice drift off, listening to the question that she asked. It wasn't a simple question to answer. What could she do? What was she exactly? It had been a question that had haunted her for the years that had followed her change. She'd known of vampires and werewolves before. After all, she'd been a teenage girl in the days that Twilight was the thing to be into. But faeries... faeries weren't a thing she had been familiar with. Not until they'd kidnapped her. The faerie girls that had taken her had been terrifying creatures that had kept her in a constant state of fear until they'd finally changed her, and every moment of that week she'd begged for death to take her. But instead she'd gotten this. With a sigh, Samantha reached up and pushed her hair behind her ear, revealing the pointed tips of them that identified her as impossibly fae. "I'm not sure how to answer your question," She admitted reluctantly, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "I fled from my makers the instant that I could. No one really taught me what I was or what I could do. My only instincts tell me to avoid iron, but other than that..." She looked past the girl towards the wall, conflicted on whether or not she should tell the girl exactly what she could do. The thing that Aiden had been trying to teach her to use to her advantage. But Aiden clearly trusted the girl, and wouldn't that mean that she could trust her as well?

"I'm an empath," Samantha said after a moment. She allowed the girl to wrap her wound as she thought of how to describe what she could do exactly. "I can feel what others feel. I can't... influence them or anything. Just feel." She gave a small shrug again. "That's why I've been spending so much time with Aiden lately. He's been trying to help me understand it and how I can use it to help keep myself safe." Samantha paused, watching the woman move away from her. In truth, she wasn't entirely sure how to respond to the comment about his name. He hadn't seemed to hate when she called him Aiden, but if that was such an odd thing, then maybe she shouldn't. She bit her lip, looking up. "Should I call him that instead? He's never said one way or another."

With Raven, the girl's moods seemed to flicker in Samantha's mind as they changed. They weren't steady, but still the young fae was able to note the nearly awkward way that Raven seemed to be feeling regarding the girl and Aiden. Samantha bit her lower lip as her gaze cast downwards. Truly, she was regretting coming here. It had only ended up with her being pinned down â€" though she did appreciate the bandaging of her wound. She was about to speak her thanks to Raven when the girl opened her own mouth, continuing on with Samantha's own thoughts. Sam looked up at her as she listened, giving soft nods as she took in the information. So, he was powerful. It explained the car a bit then. Though it hardly made sense why he'd ever been interested in her. She had nothing to offer. No allies, no assets. Just her. "I'm not even sure I'm supposed to be here," Samantha admitted reluctantly. "Like I said, we haven't discussed what we are to each other. And it can be your business. I can feel how protective over him you are. You should know that I like him. I don't want anything to happen to him. He saved my life. I owe him one." She gave her a small smile. "And it sounds like you want what's best for him. So do I." She shrugged a little. "I'm not even sure he'll want to see me. But I do thank you for taking care of this," She motioned to her wound. "All the same." She looked around the room. "So, am I restricted to this room, or would it be improper for me to ask for a tour of this place?"