((OOC: Jail, who plays Raven, has a pretty high work load so she gave me the go-ahead to write Raven out of this post, so it'll be just you and me! - Rena))

A smile is brought to the young empath's features at the way Ivy seems to settle in front of her, no longer something to be feared in the girl. Samantha's own fear of faeries brought her nothing but anxiety, and it was clear that the traumatic experience of being changed had provided the same sensation in the girl that sat in front of her. That someone could be afraid of Samantha, however, was a difficult feeling for the girl. She would never hurt another faerie â€" never hurt anyone, she'd like to say. She is glad when Ivy's tense position relaxes in front of her, her own shoulders relaxing as the other woman's emotions settle down. It is easy to read Ivy's emotions, though she doesn't convey that to the girl. Faeries, she'd learned, had shinier emotions than Weres, and they were by far the easiest to pick out. Unfortunately for her, it was overwhelming in the burlesque.

Samantha's own confidence seemed to burst at the idea of keeping Ivy safe, of keeping Dorian safe. The wayward faerie that she'd brought into her own home recently was someone she'd grown fond of â€" it didn't help that it was amusing to watch him try to flounder with 21st century appliances â€" and though she'd originally considered their living arrangement temporary, it was becoming clear he'd need her longer than that. And Ivy. Ivy was so young. It reminded Samantha of herself, really, faltering around and trying to figure out what it meant to be a faerie. If Samantha could teach her... if they could learn together... Why shouldn't she help? The role that was blossoming in her mind seemed terrifying, and yet...

And yet Samantha felt ready for it. Felt capable, even. Wasn't that what Nadya had said to her? That she was resilient? That that was an asset? There was no reason she couldn't be more, no reason she couldn't take on the monarchy role and keep the faeries she cared about safe. And... Briefly her mind flashed to Frost's words. That the faeries who changed her might still want her. If she could keep herself safe from that, why shouldn't she?

A grin appeared on the empath's features at the girl's mention she should meet more faeries, and she couldn't help but nod in agreement. "You'll love Dorian, really. He's spent the last five hundred years in his castle in Naples, so he kind of thinks that everything works the way that it did in the 1400s. It's incredibly amusing. He still refers to light bulbs as my ceiling candles." She flashed a playful smile at her. "We're working on it. Well, kind of. Part of me thinks it's really funny." The more playful side of the faerie girl is evident, her amusement at her roommate possibly the thing that had kept her from killing him in his sleep. After all, he did chuck a sword into her wall in fear of a moth. If she couldn't tease him, it would be a difficult living situation. "He also doesn't understand sarcasm, at all."

Her teasing fades a bit as she speaks of the monarchy, a flutter of genuine nervousness in her stomach at the idea. Even as she speaks, she's positive that the idea will fail, that Ivy would reject her. But she's even more surprised when after a moment of consideration, that determined nod sets in the faerie girl in front of her. A surprised smile appeared on Samantha's features at the woman's words, and she nodded herself in agreement. "Of course I'll have you."

Her gaze flickered to the woman at her side, who had mentioned something about going to see a Sera, and immediately Samantha nodded her approval. "Of course, I'm sorry for holding you up, Raven. Thank you for staying with me." The wolf merely nodded to her before the girl was wolf once more, striding out of the Ark easily. At that, Samantha's gaze turned back to the faerie in front of her. "So what do you say, want to go meet Dorian?"