“That’s all I ask Scarlet. I want someone I can trust here, someone who actually cares about me other than Aerith. I know you don’t like my predicament, but well...I can’t help but feel we’re the blind leading the blind. Maybe if we stick together...maybe we can do something we weren’t expecting, you know?” Samantha offered. Their relationship was an oddity to be certain. The Warden had never expected to be friends with anyone, let alone the Right Hand of the Crimson Assassin.

They angered each other, pushed each other’s buttons, but in the end they stood by each other when it mattered most. Scarlet would have suffered right alongside Samantha had their lie been known. She nodded and gestured back to the mansion, “We should get back, we’re at roughly the point when some member of the Dark Family would yell at me to get inside. And don’t get it twisted...I’m not into women, I don’t even usually think on those terms.”

“Is that so?” Scarlet quipped, it sounded as though Scarlet was either into women, or had been with them before. Or maybe she was just fucking with Samantha. “Let’s go home then.”

Sam stopped for a moment and shook her head, “I may live here, but this mansion is not my home. I feel more at ease camping amongst the Spider Nests than I ever would here. Too many bad memories.” She looked at Scarlet and gently ushered her into the house. They walked to the east wing when Samantha said softly, “Your place or mine?” A soft giggle escaped her lips at the forward question.

“Depends, do you want a stoic man watching? My charge is waiting in my room.”

Samantha stopped and shook her head, “Oh god, that Noel guy? No thank you. I have hard enough time trying to get over the fact I’m always being watched, not sure I could stand it when I finally went to bed either.” She gently escorted Scarlet away from the east wing and brought her along the servant corridors. Samantha explaining, “I guess I’m in what you’d call the head servant’s quarters? It's the largest of the servant quarters, that much I know. The Dark Family has the west wing, and well guests get the east wing. I apologize for the mess…” With that she pushed open the door to her quarters and gestured, “Welcome to the little corner of the world I call my bed.”

There was a small table upon which her chainmail and weapons rested. As she entered the knife she had pulled on Scarlet joined the other. Both were Lavinian made, a nod to the training she had done. The sword was standard Coronian design though. Her bed was a small squat thing that was stuffed with straw. The footlocker was still open with things draped over the sides. With a sigh she kicked the contents back in and shut it with a boot and sat heavily on the bed. On her nightstand was a stack of papers that was laid neatly. The only tidy thing in the room, she shook her head before she spoke, “That is going to be a pain in the ass to go through tomorrow.” She then put on a brave smile, “So, I apologize for the state of my room, but make yourself at home.”

Scarlet glanced around the room, it wasn’t what she was used to, but it definitely beat what she had been given in the past. “Thought this wasn’t such a place?” She joked as she kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed, reaching behind her she deftly took off her bra without taking off her shirt. Scarlet pulled it out from her collar and let it drop to the floor next to her shoes. Samantha smirked before she reached under her shirt and slowly unwrapped her chest, “I don’t get the luxury of those things. Then again I grew up in a monastery town, then trained in a thief’s guild. I guess I just don’t get the whole worldly desires thing…” She then looked at the bra before she tossed the wrap with other soiled garments, “Guess it’s something for others more than you?”

“More or less, I own nothing. This all belongs to my Master.”

Sam looked at Scarlet before she spoke, “You have nothing that’s yours? I at least had my daggers and the shirt on my back...well not anymore..that shirt got torn up during training now that I think about it…”

“Nothing that’s mine.” Scarlet confirmed. “I don’t mind.”

Sam shook her head, “No, that’s bullshit. Everyone should have something...even if its a fucking pair of socks…” Samantha went rummaging around her foot locker and sighed frowning. She looked at her pack before her eyes lit up and she looked at Amari’s hands. “These are mine, so really they can’t give me crap for giving them away. Besides, I keep punching people, and I’m going to need gauntlets, my skin’s not tough enough for it and I’m not interested in making that so…” She produced a pair of gloves and tossed them onto Scarlet’s lap, “Happy name day, or day of the open hand, or whatever.”

She looked confused, “Thanks… I think.” Her words weren’t exactly grateful, but it was clear she had never been given anything before. Samantha giggled and sat back down next to Scarlet. She gently patted Scarlet’s back.

“It’s nothing. Just consider it part of my thank you if you need to rationalize it or something…” She yawned and stretched before she shook her head, “Thayne bless it it’s late. We should sleep…” her boots were finally kicked off hitting the ground with satisfying thumps. Her bed squealed slightly and she raised an eyebrow before she shook her head. Laying down she pushed herself against the wall to give Scarlet room and petted the bed next to her, “You wanna sleep now? Or you wanna talk some more?”

“Honestly, I’m tired.” Scarlet said, shifting into the bed next to her. Samantha nodded and snuggled up to her. Her head rested on Scarlet’s chest as she felt her reassuring warmth. Things were less annoying, her paranoia less pronounced with the red headed assassin. She felt a peaceful calm as she went to sleep finally ending the day.