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The world was a strange and cruel place and only after time a mostly of experience did it make any sense. Or mostly sense, when you were the personification of insanity the things that made no sense made perfect sense and the things that supposedly made sense were complete nonsense. To Delirium being happy in mind surely meant being happy in body but apparently not her stomach kept rioting inside of her. Little goldfishes swimming about and making her feel sick or made her be sick and it hadn't stopped for hours.

Curling up in bed, a burrito of Deliriumness, made her feel better and she had mostly journeyed through her brother's realm. Until it was time to wake up and cook food, not that she mistrusted Robb's cooking and would eat it happily but everyone else seemed to think burnt or uncooked was not peachy. Wiggling out of bed, she tried dress after dress but everything was too tight or just made her mind all squirmy until she finally gave in and wore one of Robb's shirt (all loose and peachy) and a pair of leggings. Much peachier.

Yawning, she rubbed her stomach thoughtfully as she wandered through Summerfell. Eyes alighting on Bran, she smiled tiredly and dropped her hands onto the top of his head. And ran her fingers through his hair.

"Do not worry Bran Stark, I will not let you starve or eat Robb's cooking." Del said, wrinkling her nose as she wandered about. "Do you want to help? Everything still feels-" She wiggled her hands about as if that made perfect sense. "-we can make curry or oh burritos. Maybe curry. Have you eaten that before?"

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Bran turned to see who it was, though only his good-sister ever touched his hair like that. Even though he'd been enjoying the rare, precious quiet, he didn't mind the interruption. She was ill, lately, more and more, so it was good to see her smiling.

"I don't know what those are," he said with that careful blend of interest and caution with which he approached all of her cooking. "But we could make them. What are curry and burritos?"

"Oh Bran Stark they are the peachiest," Delirium said, making a face as she looked about for where she had last put the pot for tea. Adding ginger, she began to make a simple tea she had been made during her pregnancy with the twins she looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking her head. Silly thoughts. "Curry can be wet or dry but they are meats or vegetables in spices. Burrito's are wrapped nice things in a tortilla. They are nice, spicy sometimes. But that is okay."

Swallowing slowly, she gathered the spices and vegetables they'd need before bringing them to the table where Bran could help. And not only that it meant she could sit down with her tea. "I am glad no one else is ill, this is unpeachy keen Bran. Okies, you chop and I'm going to drink my tea for a little bit."

"I'll chop," he said and shoved aside the science book Maester Tesla had left him so there was room for all the food. Of course, he had never been expected to help with the cooking at Winterfell, but Bran liked the slicing and measuring and the pride of eating food you helped create. "Is the tortilla the flat bread-y thing?" Lots of food was different here. "You should go see Doctor Leonard so he can help with your belly."

Del caught the book, turning it in her hands before reverently making sure everything was in its place. Books were things she had no part in, books contained universes and the world inside them and she treated them as gentle and as kindly as a newborn. She understood more and less each day she was human. She placed it out of the way of chopping and potential area for messy spicy things.

"Yes, that is the one. There are lots of names for lots of different things that all mean the same thing," Delirium said, wrapping her hands around the cup. It smelled strongly of ginger and fruit, it at least made her tummy feel a little better for a bit. "I do not like Doctors even peachy ones. My mortals call them needlemen, they do not do nice things to them. It is hard to forget that."

There were some Doctors she liked more but she still felt the prickle of her realm in her skin beneath all the happiness. A tiny seed of doubt that the Nee-Doctors meant well. "If it does not stop I will go see one, I promise. Mortal bodies are fragile. Chop them into chunks, the vegetables not the mortal bodies. I think we will do curry. Vegetable curry. No meat to make me feel icky."

"Doctor Leonard's not like that," Bran said, loyal to the last. The needles didn't even hurt much, so Bran saw no reason not to like him. But he always had Maester Luwin's steady hands to rely on, had never seen the hurt a healer could do. "Do you think it's because of what you're eating?"

"I know, he is a good Doctor-Maester to you." Del said, touching Bran's hair softly and playing with the ends a little. He was good, he was so very good but he did not understand her realm or her mortals. His world wasn't the same when it came to medicine and the mistrust was always going to be there. At least until she knew the Doctor better.

Rubbing her stomach thoughtfully, she did wonder what it could be. She did not understand it, she seemed to be getting whaley despite being sick. Things were starting to fit ill and she- maybe it was-

"Oh, it was probablY the jellyfish. Do not tell Robb that I ate it because he will say I told you so in his Robb voice." Delirium said, slightly guilty. "Human bodies do not like things that I used to eat."

Bran gave up chopping the cauliflower to look up at her, very worried.

"Was it poisonous?"

Placing her chin in the palm of her hands, she spread her fingertips against her cheek looking at Bran's worried little face. Reaching across, she tapped his nose with her finger before shaking her head.

"No Bran Stark and Yes. Everything is poisonous in enough muchlyness of it but no, I think my body just did not like it. Sometimes it does that, like with raw meaty things." Delirium said. "Do not worry, I have been ill like this before. I do not learn sillysilly me."

Reassured, in that, at least, Bran smiled a little at the tap to his nose. For all that he was often so serious, it was becoming easier to coax a smile out of Bran to see the boy that he still was. "Was it all...goopy? It's not really meat, jellyfish is more...blobby. What did it taste like?"

Looking at his chopping, she nodded before adjusting his knife so that it was less choppy and more fine. Taking a few of the spices, she took the pestle and mortar and began to grind the spices into the middle. Her stomach rolled at the smells and she had to take a few deeper breaths.

"Chewy, it was very rubbery." Del said making a face. "Textures change with heat or without it, with heat the blobbiness becomes rubberyness. It was nice for a little bit. Now, it is not."

Bran stuck his tongue out as he tried to chop all the vegetables into the littlest pieces he could manage. At least Del didn't want to make jellyfish cury. He didn't want to eat anything that was rubbery. "What are the spices that go in curry?"

"It depends Bran Stark on what type it is," Del said, holding a pod in her hand and smelling it before offering it to Bran to smell. She touched his hair, smiling a little tiredly. "This will have mmm garlic and cloves, ginger and cardamom, cumin, coriander, turmeric and saffron. Or most of it at least. Whatever we have."

"The spices are different at home," he said as he leaned over to smell what she was holding out before pointing out to the pestle of spices. "Can I try them?"