"Robb has the seventh, I wanted to protect him so I gave it to him. I gave him mine to keep him safe, I love him and I want... I don't want him to ever hurt. Not ever," Del replied simply, looking at Bran Stark so very softly before reaching out. She held her hand out before dropping it away, she looked at him gently but her face so often wild and free was serious and sane. "Will it help you Bran Stark if I lie to you?"

Delirium looked at him seriously, curling her hand into a fist before hanging the sigils around her neck again carefully. "Because if it makes you happy I will do that, I can't change who I am but I can pretend if it makes it easier for you."