Summer's tongue was wet against her cheek and Delirium scrunched up her nose before turning her head suddenly to place a kiss against his nose. Stroking his head fondly, Del smiled at Summer. He was a good Big Puppy, he looked after his human just like Barnabas looked after her.

Turning her attention to Bran she smiled softly at him before sitting up properly, standing she scrunched down before wrappning her arms around Bran Stark in a hug. Reaching a hand up to smooth his hair, an errant mother gesture or an errant Delirium gesture, Del nodded her head gently.

"Yes," Del replied, careful not to knock the ice cream over into his lap. Changing reality, changing the shape of a man was easy she had done it with nightmares and demons and people before but being Delirium, being Insanity again meant that she might not have wanted to. If she became Delirium again she might not recognise her own children let alone Robb or Bran.