Admittedly, Samantha was pleased by the way that Ivy seemed to take in the information that was presented to her, as though she was making a mental note of all the places that Sam could be found. After all, if Samantha was to be an effective leader, it would have to be assumed that she could be reached at any time. And regardless of if she was at home or at the Ark or at the burlesque, she never wanted Dorian or Ivy to feel as though they couldn't come to her. For years the girl herself had felt alone with no one to turn to, and now that she was finding people who had experienced the same as she had, she wanted to pull those people close to her and protect them all the same. The faerie girl quirked a lip up in amusement at Ivy's suggestion that she not be like a fairy tale queen, affording the girl a shake of her head. "No, absolutely not," She replied with a shake of her head, chuckling softly. "I already like you, I can tell. There's no reason to not keep you close to me."

Samantha is pleased that Ivy hardly saw fit to announce her relationship status as weird or odd, though a blush crept into her face at the mention of the word love. No, Samantha was sure that she had yet to fall into that love stage with the man she was currently seeing, though she saw no reason why they wouldn't get there eventually. They'd only just begun seeing each other, after all, and while she cared deeply for him, neither of them had found the guts to say the L word yet. "I don't know if I love him yet," Samantha replied finally, raking a hand through her long hair as she shrugged. "I care about him a lot, but I think it's too soon to say anything more than that, you know?" She looked over at the faerie girl, smiling warmly. "What about you? Any boys in your life I should know about?" The question was kind, entirely genuine. It had been so long since she'd met anyone that felt remotely normal. Nadya was perhaps the closest that she could come to girl talk with, but still the young feline had been raised in the supernatural world. Ivy had not. Ivy would understand her in a way that perhaps none of her other friends would.

Her questioning regarding Ivy's family was certainly not meant to be too prying, instead the girl trying to figure it out for informational sakes. Did the family still know her? Were they looking? Samantha herself wondered often what her mother must have thought. Did she give up and assume her daughter was dead? Or would she find her face on the news one day? Would she gather the courage to go home one day, revealing herself to have not aged a day past eighteen? No, she assumed she wouldn't, even if she would have loved to give her parents some sort of closure. She hadn't meant to make Ivy sad, though the empath can certainly feel that she had. Still, she is relieved when Ivy can also relate to her in this aspect. It's easier to not feel alone when she knew that Ivy had to make the same choice that she had.

And she had, Ivy seemed to confirm. Samantha gave a nod as the woman voiced the very thing that Samantha had thought about herself. She was sure that if she'd shown up with the tale she had experienced, she would have been called crazy. After all, she had no lasting scars from the torture or the slit of her throat. She still breathed, still had a heartbeat, still looked human if not for the pointed ears that sat on her head. In every aspect she looked just like the daughter they'd lost, though Samantha knew she was anything but anymore. She was never wholly sure that they wouldn't have accepted her. They were tolerant people, she'd always thought, though it was one thing to have come out to them as bisexual. It was another thing entirely to come out to being supernatural.

"Mine too," Samantha said finally, offering up a shrug as a way to dismiss her own feelings on the subject. Thinking of her parents stung, though she'd had five years to distance herself as much as possible from it. "Raven and Nadya seem to act as though their pack gives them a family. Perhaps our monarchy can do the same for you and for me?" She gave her an encouraging smile as they walked. "Though don't ever act like I'm your mom. Sister, maybe?" She laughed softly. "God, a queen. That's going to take some getting used to."

"So tell me, Ivy," Samantha said as they navigated past the warehouse district and closer to the part of the West that Samantha had learned to consider home. "What do you do? Where do you live?"