Delirium leaned forward, blowing a soft woof of breath in Summer's face before smiling at him and scratching him beneath his chin. Scrunching her nose up, Del turned her head towards Bran and thought about his question. Sometimes she was like sissy, Death could have explained this much easier to him without him getting upset or hurt. It was hard to be hurt with Death when she was so calm and cheerful and perky.

"Mostly I existed," Delirium said wondering if he would understand that. Bran Stark was clever, much cleverer than her stick-in-the-butt brother. "Wherever and whenever people needed me. Not in their prayers but in themselves, it's harder with who I was to explain. Sissy is better at explaining it, she's... she is my big sister, she makes everything better even if people don't like her very much. She's Death, that means she is everywhere a life ends and everywhere one is created. What did you do Bran Stark?"