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She hesitated, fingertips twisting at the hem of the long sleeves covering her arms. Fidgeting, she tucked herself behind a tree sighing at the unfamiliar and unpleasant sensation in her stomach. Twisting and fluttery and despairing but happy too. She clutched the box to her chest, hugging it tightly as she glanced down and stared at bare, chubby feet. Looking up Del smiled vaguely at her older sister blowing a kiss towards her.

You are nervous Sister, that is all. Stop treading into my realm or I will keep you here.

She nodded, squirming in the formal dress before she ignored the fluttery, despairing feeling and her sister before she creeped around the tree. Wandering down the path, she tugged the hem of her dress up as she skipped from place to place. It was the sight of an unknown boy that made her slow down. And she stopped suddenly, freezing in place with wide eyes before she lifted her fingers and wriggled them in greeting.

Sucking in her breath, she smiled and took a step closer trying not to fidget in the dress.

"Hi," Del said smiling as she tugged the box to her chest, hugging it close. Ignoring the way her sister, nottherenotthere, brushed a kiss against her ear. "Hello."

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"She's my sister, my big sister, of course she makes everything better for me. Doesn't yours?" Delirium replied, tickling beneath Summer's chin before patting her lap trying to encourage him to come over so she could pet him properly. She did not think Bran Stark would take too well to her petting him. "Yatagarasu? No, wait.... he had three legs not three eyes. The Corinthian had teeth for eyes and he wasn't a crow. Matthew was a crow, he could talk but he didn't have three eyes. Why were you going to see him?"

That flummoxed him and took the wind out of his anger's sails. "Well- yes-" He said uncertainly. Arya was-or had been- his playmate, Sansa and he had been giddy together over going to King's Landing. But Death wasn't supposed to be anyone's sister.

"He was going to teach me greenseeing..." Bran was quiet for a long moment and looked at his useless feet. His voice was smaller and though he tried to keep his face as still and neutral as a man grown Bran didn't manage it. "He was going to give me my legs back."

"It's just the same human, mortal, God or Endless." Delirium replied simply, bending over to sniff Summer and giving him a soft tickle before she looked up at Bran and the small sound of his voice. She could feel the sharp, bitter, metallic taste of her sister's hook and she reached out to hug Bran before hesitating. "Bran Stark... can I give you a hug now? You can say no if you like but I would like to hug you. I can't- I can't give you your legs back in this mortal body but I could hug you. It always makes me feel better when Robb hugs me."

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Bran hesitated, torn, and Summer took that time to lean forward and lick a wet stripe against her cheek. He hadn't realized until now that he'd be the broken boy here, too, just as if he'd never gone north at all. Crippled, broken, useless. For a moment he hated himself so much he could choke.

He nodded, then, and asked quietly. "Could you have? Could you have fixed them?"

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.

His head against her shoulder, Bran closed his eyes and sighed softly at the touch to his hair. After a moment he wrapped his arms around her and held her back.

So close, he'd got so close to the three-eyed crow's cave. Maybe the wights would have killed him but maybe he would have got there and been fixed like a toy that needed mending. Then he could be here with his siblings and whole again; he would climb every strange tree and run with Summer down until they splashed into the sea. "I miss them."

Bran felt tears welling in his eyes but tried to blink them back. He didn't want Robb's lady to think him a baby as well as a cripple.

"I know Bran Stark," Del replied, brushing his hair gently and smoothing it back from his face. Hugging Bran tightly, Del went to play with his hair before stopping her twitchy fingers. Smiling softly, a little sadly, Del leaned back and ignored the way his eyes watered before sitting back a little. "There are things and people here unlike your home maybe they can help even if it is just a little and even if they can't then I will give you as many hugs as you like. Or make Robb hug you. Okies?"

"Thank you. For the ice cream too. And...making Robb happy." It took another sigh to compose himself as he scratched Summer's ears but then managed to give her a small if rueful smile. It was hard to look at this lady and imagine her as an endless, boundless god, but none of it felt like a lie.

"They said I could use the wheeled chair for now. It's for a grown up, but I like it."

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?"

He reached to touch his hair as though he could understand what made it so good for ruffling. It'd got long on the journey north.

"I don't know what Reynald thinks of me," Bran confessed as he took a bite of the ice cream before holding out the spoon to her in case she wanted any. It was hard to see him and think of him as Robb's son, as his own nephew. Bran looked at him and his heart hurt for Rickon. "It's shiny metal, not colorful. And light enough to carry. We don't have anything like it at home."

Delirium leaned forward taking a large bite from the spoon before smiling at Bran. She almost went to offer him a sweet for sharing with her when she realised that Bran was not as little as the twins or Reynald.

"He will love you because you are his uncle and he will love you even more if you talk about dragons. He likes dragons. But I was not talking about Reynald, I meant Abby and Daniel they will love you too." Delirium replied never one for filtering what should be told and when or appropriate topics of conversation. Delirium even now, even saner and happier still thought of present things before their implications. "I could make it prettier for you, make it colourful if you wanted."

"Really, dragons?" Bran could not blame him. He'd hung on his father's descriptions of the dragon skulls that used to hang in the Red Keep during the Mad King's reign.

He smiled back, only a little tentative, but then his expression turned a little puzzled. "I don't think I know them," Bran said, politely, but there was comfort in knowing that he'd know of any additional Stark babes on the island. "Perhaps? The maester doctors say they might find someone to make a chair in my size."

"There's a dragon here, his name is Toothless and he's very sweet. My brother had dragons, they used to like to pick me up in their teeth. That was very fun," Delirium replied seriously with a smile as Bran looked at her puzzled. Del made an oh face before shaking her head when she realised what he might think. "Oh, they're mine. I wanted you to meet me first and then maybe later, if you liked me, you could meet the twins. I know they'll like you."

Delirium clasped her hands together as she thought about who in particular could help Bran Stark. And he did so hate her, which of course meant that he would want to avoid her.

"Ohoh I know someone who might help maybe... who is the Needleman? Is it Chase?" Delirium asked curiously.

His eyes widened. "There's really a dragon here?" Bran asked slowly. "Here, really? Does it breathe fire?" Then he frowned in confusion and opened his mouth to ask her a question before pausing again and contorted his face into something resembling courteous again. It was difficult to do when what he wanted to do was ask all kinds of impolite questions, but he more or less managed. He'd save his questions for Jon or Arya later. "Oh. Of course."

She was widowed, maybe, or her husband had disappeared like Robb's Jeyne Westerling. That wouldn't be so strange. It was just...different. Sansa would know how to act about all this. "How old are they?"

"I don't know what a needleman is?" Bran looked uncertain. "Doctor Leonard helped me with my frostbite."

"Yes, he is like a giant lizard kitty. He is very sweet especially with Reynald and I have never seen him breathe fire but I suppose he could." Del replied, waiting with wide eyes for Bran Stark's face to stop doing that. He had a very funny face, it was sort of like a fishie opening and closing. "They are... oh, three like Reynald. They're both a bit younger. Daniel is very smart and serious and Abby is sweet and boisterous and very... energetic. Daniel likes Jon Snow, I think it is his hair."

Delirium indicated with her hands the mess that was Jon's hair and laughed.

"Oh, it means Doctor... Maester... they use needles." Delirium explained. "My mortals called them Needlemen."

"Reynald's allowed to play with a dragon?" Bran shook his head, disapproving or jealous he didn't know which. Really alive dragons. "Is he very big? The older dragons used to be massive but then they got stunted." Bran nodded and tried to think of another question to ask. Outside of Rickon, he didn't know hardly anything about babies. "Do they like dragons also?"

"Oh, well...is that what I'm supposed to call them?" Bran looked a little concerned. "Doctor Leonard said he wasn't a maester, but he is, so I thought they said doctors here?"

"Abby and Daniel? Oh Abby likes hippopotamuses and fun, Daniel prefers Big Puppies and stories mostly. She will probably crawl all over you, she likes tugging hair I don't know where she gets it from." Delirium said absent-mindedly reaching to ruffle Bran's hair before reaching for her own hair and twisting it and playing with it. "And Toothless is quite big, big enough to ride on at least."

Delirium considered his question, scrunching her face up before shaking her head. "No, Doctor is fine. That is what he calls himself, you could call him Maester I suppose because that is your word."

"Direwolves and stories are good things. I don't know about hippopata- hippopotamuses." Bran looked at her as though it was very clear where her daughter had picked up the habit. "Is there a Targaryen here who it belongs to? Does it really not have any teeth?"

"Doctor Leonard's kind though. I have to soak my feet every day until the frost bite goes away." Bran smiled a little. "They're not going to fall off though."

"They are sort of like giant, cranky pigs who will destroy everything that is in it's path. They are very cute, violent creatures." Delirium said with a vague smile as she twisted her hair before flinging it over her shoulder. Del grinned at the look Bran was giving her. "No, Toothless belongs to a Viking. Vikings are from my world, they are from the North and the cold and the ice. They are very fearsome warriors. And Toothless has retractable teeth. They go like this-"

Delirium mimed with her fingers acting as teeth, the way Toothless's teeth retracted back into his gums.

"That is good, that it will go away and that your feet don't fall off. I like your feet, your hair is nicer though. It is very... shaggy," Delirium said, sitting on her hands to stop the itch and urge to ruffle spreading.

"So they're very big boars?" Bran couldn't help sounding a little skeptical. That didn't sound like the sort of thing a baby daughter should be enthusiastic about. "But he's safe enough for Reynald to play with?" He sounded a little concerned, even though he knew he shouldn't be. Robb wouldn't let anything happen. "Are Vikings like wildlings?"

"Um, thank you." He touched his hair a little self-consciously. "It's longer...since we left Winterfell. Rickon didn't let anyone but Mother cut his hair, so it's long as a girl's."

"They live in the water like very big, very large water pigs. Much bigger than boars, much bigger than horses," Delirium replied with a smile. Abby was very passionate about H'Poh and Bert especially H'Poh whose head was constantly ripped off in bloody glory for everyone to see. "Ohoh yes. He's very friendly. And I do not know, what are wildlings like?"

Delirium nodded along wondering if hair cutting was only a job for a mother or a particular type of mother. Del hadn't cut the twins hair yet but she did think that perhaps she should. Abby would look very cute with a mohawk. "I could cut it if you like, I think it is peachy keen though."

"They really have those here?" He would have to go exploring soon and see all the southern island animals. As much exploring as he could do, anyway. "Well, they're from the North too, past the Wall. And they're very vicious warriors. Not Osha, though. Well," Bran hesitated. "She's a very vicious warrior but in a good way. And she's very clever and nice."

"Oh." Another touch to his hair and he looked uncertain. A memory rose in him suddenly: his mother's fingers slipping through his hair gently before the careful snip of scissors. "Um, maybe. Thank you. Men wear their hair shorter here." Then a little smile. "Except Jon."

"Oh, not here but at home. She has a teddy, a stuffed toy that looks like one and it makes her very happy." Delirium replied, answering his question as best as she could. Delirium would have liked it if they had them here but she doubted most of the other islanders would. No one really wanted what Del wanted half the time though and she was used to being the odd Endless out. "Jon's wall? Oh, no I don't think Vikings are like Wildlings exactly but maybe very close. Osha sounds very peachy keen Bran Stark, did she keep you safe?"

Delirium nodded at his little smile and she smiled brighter back. Jon Snow's hair was quite well known to Del. It definitely had secrets living in it and possibly small birds. "His hair is very... big."

"Well, it's not Jon's Wall, it doesn't belong to him. But yes. They were attacking Castle Black." He frowned. He would have to ask Jon if they'd been repelled. There was so much he still didn't know about what had happened while he went North. Then Bran nodded.

"She helped us get away from Theon and the Ironborn then hide in the crypts. Rickon's with her, but...I don't know where they are now." It hurt to think about Rickon and Osha. When he'd been going North Bran had comforted himself with the knowledge that no matter where they were Osha certainly had more sense than to go past the Wall with winter coming. But now he was safe and they were out somewhere alone.

He perked up a little and smiled. "It's pretty as a girl's."

"She sounds brave, strong... she will look after Rickon and then they will come here too. And then I can meet Rickon and confuse him too, maybe in a different dress though. This is very hot," Delirium said with a small smile as she played with the hem. Maybe when Rickon came there might be new Stark's to play with too. She would like that even if it made Robb make the face at her. "It is very pretty, sometimes I would like to braid it but I don't think he'd like that."

Which of course made her want to braid it even more.

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