[Samantha narrows her eyes at the blonde, despite her tone and smile. She’d been deceived many times before by the same features in another. It wouldn’t happen again. Her head shakes as she declines the offer of anything to drink. She knows it’s unlikely, but she won’t risk being poisoned. But an explanation; that is something Samantha does desire. Even more, she needs it. There’s a too much in her head for her to be clear on anything. All she remembers is that Maya had done something and the rest is blank. Perhaps someone could clear it all up for her.] I don’t know what happened to me. [She mutters, hand rising to massage her temple for just a moment before she sets herself more comfortably on the couch. She doesn’t trust the woman she’s with, but she has to try for the sake of herself. She looks up at the blonde, the odd sense of calm and familiarity washing over.] An explanation would be… appreciated.
[She doesn’t trust her. Liara can’t help the pang in her chest at that realization. It’s to be expected, of course, but still. Samantha doesn’t know what happened to her and Lia does, and that gives her a way to earn the girls trust. When her eyes soften, she has a hope that perhaps, she’s learning to trust her already. The blonde sits down beside her cup of coffee on the table and faces the girl with her hands clasped on her lap.] Maya called me after you passed out. Was on my way, anyway. She went into your head and took out the implants; which could have killed you, by the way. [There’s a sternness to her tone, but it seemed necessary. This girl was too willing to die for any cause. She was too reckless with her life. Liara was there to make sure that changed; to make sure she lived.] She removed a great deal of your psionics, as well. It was difficult, since it’s in your DNA. There may be a small amount of telekinesis left over, but the rest should be gone. [There’s a nod to her head before she picks up her mug and takes a sip of her coffee. The rest of her explanation isn’t exactly easy. But she’ll do it, regardless.] I’m Liara. I was one of your fathers subjects. The Siren who helped him create the implant you so graciously and dangerously removed. I was Delia’s Beta at a point, and one of her friends. She sent me to look after her three girls. You’re one of them. [Truthfully, Samantha was the one she was most worried about. With all she knew about the girls, Samantha was the one that had the most trouble. She didn’t have packs to protect her, she no longer had abilities, and her friends were few. She was Lia’s concern. Her only concern.] My life is yours, Samantha.
[There was a lot in Samantha’s head. There was memories of a life she had forgotten for so long, memories of people she didn’t want want to remember; memories of people she had missed. She still hadn’t regained her consciousness after Maya delved deep into her mind and dealt with the powers she no longer desired. The memories were pressing on the back of her head, creating a pressure that was just as undesirable as the powers she’d been infused with. A scent filled her nostrils and it was inviting her back to the conscious world. With a sharp intake of breath, Samantha shot up and her eyes widened, trying to take in her surroundings. It was unfamiliar, but the scent of it was. The feel of it was. She pulled her knees to her chest, eyebrow raising and hands clasping to keep her knees in place. A woman was humming in the other room, but Samantha didn’t call for her, only looking on when she came into view.]
[Liara had been called immediately after Samantha had lost consciousness. She was the logical choice and she was going there anyways; news of the brunette’s unfortunate condition had only fueled her to move quicker. She’d had her since that day, taking care of her the best she could. It would have been left to another, but she was in horrible condition as well. That left Lia. She left to the kitchen of her new loft, brewing coffee for the AM hours so she didn’t fall asleep. Her concern was Samantha it had to be for many reasons. She stirred the spoon in her mug as she walked back to the living room, only looking up from it when she realized Samantha was no longer unconscious. It was a relief; she wasn’t dead.] You’re awake. Well, hello. [She offered a gentle smile, looking back to the mug and setting it on the table.] Would you like some coffee? Or water. Or an explanation; I suppose that’s reasonable.