Mortals were confusing at times, Bran didn't want her to lie to him it seemed but didn't want to believe the truth about her either. It would have been easier if she could have shown him but the island limited her which she was grateful for most days. She couldn't have had a lifetime if her living had effected the island around her.

"I'm not a God, I'm a member of the Endless." Delirium replied, running a hand through her hair. She ducked her head down as Bran stared at her feet and tried to meet Bran's eyes with her own mismatched ones. "The island makes us human, it takes away powers and magic and turns us into people. And I like making sweets it makes people happy, I like making people happy it reminds me of who I used to be."