To the young faerie girl, the situation at hand was hardly one that required a lot of fuss. She'd merely been at precisely the wrong place at precisely the wrong time. When she'd come to the Ark, it was to be near her boyfriend, not to seek revenge on those who had wronged her. But even more so, she failed to understand why both of her Were companions seemed agitated at her demand that she wasn't worth the effort that they were going to put into this. She didn't understand the hierarchy of their pack. She'd been given no reason to realize that her status as Aiden's girlfriend meant that she was important â€" or at least she didn't realize she was important to anyone but him â€" nor that it could possibly imply a slight against the Were pack that she'd walked in on. She was saved from having to question Aiden's sigh by Raven's words, the girl's blue gaze falling on the wolf. Samantha found her grip on Aiden's arm tightening just slightly, trying not to show just how confused she was by the whole concept of being protected. After all, she'd had no one to protect her for years. She leaned into the man's side as he spoke to her, his own words echoing what Raven had just told her, and finally she nodded in agreement. "Okay," She said very quietly, her eyes falling more to Raven than on anyone else. "But I demand that you leave the man who actually bit me alone. He didn't... it wasn't his fault. Just... be safe, please. Promise me you'll play it by ear instead of jumping to conclusions?"

It seemed as though her next fault laid in her insistence that the woman at their side didn't have to give up her own clothes to the faerie. She could feel the way that the man at her side was agitated, looking up in a confused glance. She bit her lip at his words, once again reminded that his words were the final say when it came to what he asked of the wolf beside them. She let out a soft sigh as Raven took off after the clothing, turning to the man beside her. "I know you can," She said as she let her fingertips run down the length of his arm. His presence seemed to steady her, making her remarkably more relaxed than she had been just a mere moment before. "And I know that you're... Alpha? Right? And I know that means something I don't quite understand... But I'm not... used to people taking care of me. I'm hardly worth all the fuss you're making over me, babe." She glanced up at her boyfriend, feeling suddenly shy over the situation. "I'm so sorry for just showing up here... I just..."


Samantha stepped back just slightly as Raven opened the door to the room, carrying a pile of clothes and towels for the girl. Samantha's smile grew in appreciation at the sight of her. "Thank you, Raven, really. I really do appreciate it." The young faerie hardly cared about the state of the clothing she was offered. After all, it wasn't as though her own clothes were much better. Most of her clothing was torn and came from thrift stores â€" after all, it was the things she could afford on her waitressing salary â€" so she'd hardly expected any sort of glamour from the woman.

At Aiden's words, Samantha nodded firmly. "A shower does sound nice," She admitted, looking at the girl. "And I think I'd rather use girly products, if that's alright?" Even though the Were might bend even at Aiden's slight indication that she should use Raven's shower, Samantha was still keen to ask permission rather than assume it would be alright. She turned, pushing herself up on the very tips of her toes to press her lips to Aiden's cheek. "Please be here when I get back?" She asked, her voice letting go to the slightest bit of desperation she felt. She wanted him to be near her at the moment. Finally, she turned and gave a bright smile to the Were girl, stepping to take the pile of clothing and linens out of her arms. "Would you mind showing me how that shower of yours works? I would really appreciate it."

Samantha Cassidy