"Hee, just Del. No one has called me Lady for a very long time," Delirium said scrunching her nose up at the thought of being called a Lady. Unlike Stick-in-the-butt, Delirium had only ever collected a few names and titles and very rarely used them. She knew who she was; Del, Delirium, Delight. It was a certainty she had never been able to afford at home. "Yes, yes he is. He is my Robb, my Robb Stark. And I am his. He makes me very happy."

That would have been a problem if they were at home, worlds would have ended and humanity would have changed just because she was happy. She didn't have to worry about that here, she didn't have to worry about the world changing because of her and who she would have to become. She could just be herself.

"And you have not asked about your present yet Bran Stark. Can I give it to you now?" Delirium asked smiling at him.