Delirium smiled up at Bran Stark before giving him a fond play of his hair. Sitting back down, she straightened her skirt before looking at him with a more pleased, relaxed smile.

"Ohoh really, well then Bran Stark I know two very small children who would love to have races with you when you are ready." Delirium said knowing that the twins would probably, like their mother, want to crawl all over Bran in an attempt to play with his hair. "What's your chair like? Is it colourful?"